Took Gideon to his pediatrician Friday afternoon and he's doing much better, his fever is gone. He didn't need the antibiotics (as I suspected from the hasty peek the 24 hour access doctor took of his throat before prescribing them). So I no longer have to hold Gideon down while squirting disgusting cherry-flavored syrup into his mouth, which is good because he's a little boy who hates to take his medicine. And no offense to the MDs reading this, but I don't think he cares much for doctors either. So if you ever happen to meet him, tell him you're a cobbler. He LOVES shoes. What a good boy.