Well, I'm now on antibiotics. I felt pretty lousy Wednesday morning, but still managed to potter around a bit. By lunchtime I felt awful; I was hot and sore and just wanted to sit on Mum's lap and press my face into her chest. She took me to see Dr. Kevin - when I saw him I remembered that the last time I'd been there was for the burn on my arm. I gave him a good, stern stare. Then I flopped into Mummy and let him do his thing. He prodded my tummy, listened to my heart and lungs, looked in my ears, looked up my nose, looked in my mouth and took my temperature. The conclusion was that I have a sore throat and probably a sinus infection. I do know that my face hurts.

Now Mum is squirting horrible stuff in my mouth three times a day. I try to resist, but I always end up swallowing it. But I have to admit that I'm feeling a little better. I certainly hope tonight is better than last night, when I struggled to get to sleep because I could hardly breathe. I got so tired I just cried. Mum and Dad walked around with me, which was nice. I would have happily slept upright in their arms, but I don't think they were so happy about that. I did have a bit of fun sometime around midnight when Mum took me into her bed. I stretched out, leant back on Mum, moved over to Dad, kicked out a bit and snuggled some more. I got evicted to the portacot once I started chatting. I should have stayed quiet. Eventually I got to sleep and made it through to 6.30 - a sleep-in by recent standards. At least I've had lots of extra cuddles since being sick - that's nice.