He's hanging in there.

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George got himself out of bed, got my help to the couch, and took all his pills. I got him to take tynoal this morning, too, much to his relutance, which broke the feaver I knew he had. It seems to be down or coming back, I'm not sure. I'll give him more here in a little bit after doing some kinda math. Just to ensure it doesn't come back. He didn't finish his shake completely but drank over half of it. And over half the water I'd given him, too. I agreed to let him have pepsi, because he'd been getting himself up to use the bathroom, which means my plan to keep him hydraded and moving is working. While I don't like seeing George sick, I know that if he's making an effort to use the restroom, and cares enough not to soil himself, it's a good sign he's fighting even if my it sets my anxiety off to see him like this.