Nora is being a complete star with her growing coterie of red-to-yellowing spots and blisters. Some of the blisters are looking distinctly violently red around the outside, which I don't like (particularly one on her back) and the other thing that makes my heart sink is that the newer spots, which have yet to enter blisterville are not only all over the place but in places like her lower eyelid, right on the rim, or seven or eight of them all clustered around her chin directly below her mouth. She has loads in her hair and well, basically all over the place.
We spent this morning in "Take your mind off it" mode going to play kickabout on the common with James finding running toward the road (a good 200 metres off, mind you, but I could read his mind - ooh, shiny! Moving! Nice!) a little too interesting. Then "Dumbo" for the second time in three days. My drug addled, exhausted brain didn't make it through "Baby mine" this time round either. Luckily since Wednesday my mucus levels have reached terrifying proportions, so nose blowing is a regular occurrence. This afternoon though she seemed a little feverish again and quiet, which I don't like. If some of her blisters do become infected (very common apparently) then she's hardly going to be welcome in the NHS drop in centre, now, is she. Maybe I can take a photo of the offending blisters and MMS it to a weekend doctor and he can prescribe over the phone. Hey, don't look so incredulous, it might just work!
So any complaining, and there has been some, is entirely justifiable. If I felt like some kind of freak, and I had little pockets of growing soreness all over that wouldn't go away, would I cry a bit every so often? You bet I would. Gentle - very, very gentle but long hugs and lots of reiteration of braveness helps a little. I have found that Nor respects what you say if you are honest with her and look her in the eye in the way you should be in a situation such as this. Of course, you pick and choose your truthes, as it were. Usually going for really positive ones that will make her feel happier.
I hear James awake and shouting, no doubt still with a throat as sore as mine (is it me, or are colds genuinely nastier than they used to be? I've been pretty sick since Tuesday with no real sign of change other than that I've got used to it, plus I'm currently half dazed with codeine.
I'd better go.