Baa.

( Is this symptomatic of my chronic normality? )

Ug.

Claire and I spent two hours at the emergency department last night. During that time, she stopped having diarrhoea, started drinking, and generally got better. She entertained the entire complement of hospital volunteers for an hour and a bit with her running around.

By the time we saw the doctor, she was no longer dehydrated. He looked at me like I had two heads and told me to stop the Amox, keep her hydrated, and she'd be fine. *sigh* I hate feeling like a fool, but she really was much sicker two hours before!

So I was tired today, my kids were not very co-operative - just chatty, but that was enough - and tonight is Elizabeth's dance recital. I can't wait to see her, but I could handle it if we were suddenly told she was to perform another night instead.

I've finally learned to spell diarrhoea. I never knew before.