It's just as well the penicillin has kicked in and l'm feeling much better once again because things have certainly not slowed down this end and it's my turn to play nurse.
• My poor Hubby is barely sitting upright in his chair at work this afternoon, not from drink l might add, but from this chest cold wee S had last week. He has been surviving from one Lemsip to the next- faxing his colleagues rather than passing on germs in person. His voice has dropped a few octaves and he sounds very serious in an attractive Mr. Darcy sort of way. Lots of TLC for him when he gets home.
• Wee S was at the dentist (emergency visit) yesterday and had three of his milk teeth pulled- poor wean. Three abscesses above each tooth caused from trauma from his very worn down milk teeth- not from cavities. Two of the teeth were quite wobbly and ready to come out anyway and l don't think the dentist was taking chances with the last. S (age 6) was very brave and even sang a little tune as she pulled to the beat. Really.
Both wee S and l have been quite run down lately and our resistance seems lowered to infection. I just hope that this gum infection did not damage any of his permanent teeth.
In the photo above you can still see his swollen lip from the anaesthetic. It is the hardest thing for a mother to watch her child having these injections. Although wee S squeezed my hand tightly l was so proud that he kept such composure for a wee lad. Needless to say the Tooth Fairy visited during the night and left golden coins.
Things can only go up from here!