Illin' and chillin'

[ailbhe]

Hello everyone, it's me again. Linnea woke coughing at 6 am so of course I assumed she was getting the thing I have but she's not. According to the doctor, she's totally healthy, so maybe she was just choking on some drool. It was Rob's First Time taking her to the doctor on his own, awwwww, how sweet.

I have a doctor's appointment myself tomorrow since my chest still feels sore and tight. All our plans for this weekend are scuppered - one thing was cancelled, which is fine since I couldn't go anyway so soon after being this ill, and the other thing was camping, and I just don't think so in my current state. Perhaps we'll replace the dangerously collapsing bit of fence in the back garden instead. It depends - I may decide to walk as far as the library on Friday, in which case I expect I'll need to spend Saturday in bed recovering.

"As natural as breathing," huh.

We need more ideas for things to cook in our slow cooker. So far, we do bolognese, casseroles that rely heavily on tomato, and stews with clear gravy. And soups made of leftovers. The big thing is that we won't do anything that requires any pre-cooking, like browning the meat beforehand, and we can't have any dairy or soya until we're all well enough to start testing Linnea's digestive system to see if she's outgrown her intolerances.

I'd like to nominate Rob for the Mother Of The Year Award. Though possibly there's been too much children's television this past week. It's the only way he can get any work done, and it's frighteningly effective. We can't wait until it goes back to "permanently off" status.