My turn: 39.8C

I'm in bed. I was in hospital on Friday night; I popped in to the drop-in clinic with my earache, dizziness, nausea etc, and they referred me to the clinical decision unit. After paracetemol my temperature rose to 39.8C, so they gave me IV saline and an anti-emetic, and oral penicillin.

This morning my temperature was back up to 39.6C and now it's down to 38.5 give or take a tenth of a degree.

I think I might be ill. Still, at least today I can walk. Friday, especially Friday night, I was too dizzy to be upright, and fell over on the way to the taxi.

I'm very tired.

Yeurgh

I'm on my fourth pair of pyjamas for the day; the others are all soaked with sweat. My temperature is still at 39C after paracetemol, which is annoying but not alarming. I think this must be the third day?

Sitting and teeth

I don't know if I remembered to mention it, but Emer started learning to sit up in mid-December, in radegund's house, and is now pretty accomplished at it. And today her two bottom teeth came in, indubitably, after a morning of serious chompiness. Nothing like a pincer grip yet though, and no more interest in food than in anything else - she's as likely to want to eat paper as bananas.

Different kids are different. Whoda thunk?