I am not having the best week. My top teeth are still pushing their way through, I've had about fifteen injections in my arms and legs,I tipped a cup of hot tea onto myself, and I threw a tantrum on the kitchen floor and slammed my head into the ground. This is the week of pain.

The tea was a bit of a drama: Mum had just put the cup on the table and I was thirsty, so I went to grab it. I think I sloshed most of the tea forwards because the cup was heavy and I was reaching up very high, but then I tipped a little bit back and it slopped down my arm. I got such a shock I screamed like I've never screamed before. I didn't scream that hard when I got the injections, or even when I was born. Mum stripped my top off and cuddled me and I calmed down. But then she insisted on holding my arm under the tap and I nearly had a fit. The tap was terrible - the worst bit. When she finished with the tap I was so happy I just looked about and tried to remember what the fuss was about. Ah, yes, the painful burn on my arm, that was it.

Sandra from our playgroup came over and had a look at my arm and made all sorts of serious expressions and noises. Then Oskar woke up from his nap, stood in the doorway and weed down his leg - that was a good distraction. He was a blithering mess and I forgot that I was the injured one. Finally he went back to bed and Mum and I went out to the pharmacy to show them my arm. The lady there also made serious noises and told us to go to the doctor. So we went back home after running into Jenny, our local cafe owner, and showing her my burn. She looked terribly shocked and I started to wonder just how serious it was.

When we got home Oskar was up again and playing with Sandra, so we all got in the car and headed to the doctor. I played with my new monkey toy on the way and felt okay. We went straight in to the doctor who rubbed a tissue over the burn - yaaaaargh! Then he held my arm while he wiped on some cream and then wrapped the area in bandages. I screamed the whole time and was so relieved when it was over. I had to admit to feeling a bit flat and tired after that ordeal and I fell asleep in the car on the way home and even stayed asleep as Mum carried me upstairs and put me to bed.

I felt okay at dinner time - not very hungry, but then I haven't wanted to put much in my mouth because of my sore gums. I fell asleep at 7pm as usual, but woke up in pain at 8.30pm. I took ages to get back to sleep after that - I was really sore. I flopped around Mum and Dad's bed and they took it in turns to cuddle me and sing to me. It would have been nice if I wasn't so sore. Eventually I fell asleep and slept through till 5am, had a drink and went back to sleep till 6.30, when I woke feeling great.

The bandage is bugging me a bit, but not too much. I can't get it wet so no baths for a while I guess. The upside is lots of attention from Mummy, who is hovering around me and batting away Oskar whenever he touches my arm. I could get used to that.