This is Brody after waking from his afternoon nap later the same day.
No mustered smiles this time. I was actually scared by how lethargic he was being. He had no desire to eat, drink, move around or even complain about it. At this point I vehemently hunted down his doctor to call in a prescription steroid, and then I cried. This evening, after stronger medication, he is still looking about the same, but is acting more like himself.