HRH has been poorly with a urinary tract infection but has now perked up considerably. It was a rather frightening evening as we had to take her to the emergency doctor. The poor child was beetroot red, shaking, complaining of being cold when her temperature was 40.5c and not interested in anything to eat or drink. You know that horrible feeling that you get when your mind starts working overtime and all the scary scenarios start playing themselves out through your head, like, "what if she has a fit?" or "what if she gets admitted?" and my personal favourite "should I really call an Ambulance?" (my finger is never far from the 9 button at times like that!).
Anyhow, we saw a lovely doctor who prescribed some antibiotics. We rushed to the midnight pharmacy, and can you believe it, they had no Amoxycillin 125mg susp! What is that all about? It's like a pub running out of beer! And, yes, I am going to name and shame you BOOTS THE CHEMIST, you LET ME DOWN. I had to kick BF out of bed and set him up on the sofa so I could co-sleep a fractious boiling hot 22 month old baby, losing 6 precious hours of time when those antibiotics could be working their way through her system.
BOOTS. RUBBISH.
In other news today, BF is swapping the BMW 1series for a VW Touran (aka the Love Bus). It's coming tonight and I can't wait!
Here's the love bus...... (ours is black)
Yay!!!!!
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