It’s hard to be fashionable when you spend the day in juicy couture pants and the a grey cashmere top with big holes on the elbows. I have spent the past few days at home with a little pixie with a bad cold. We’ve managed to get out for a little bit but not enough to get anything substantial done.
She has been unwell for nearly a week and a half now. She was at home with daddy every day last week to give her a rest from day-care, she seemed to improve and she had a lovely Christmas, high in spirits and a happy little girl during the day but every night an awful cough developed. I was hoping that she would begin to improve soon but nothing has happened in fact she has worsened.
Yesterday morning she woke up having spent a second night with a high temperature. We headed straight for the Doctor’s office when we woke up. Our Doctor is Dr. Farlow, a wonderfully classy Swedish lady whom we’ve seen since we moved to Stockholm three years ago. Normally Pixie doesn’t mind going to see her but yesterday I noticed she wasn’t herself. She didn’t want to go. I had to bribe her with a new dress I had stashed away.
The visit went very well, she was examined thouroughly, ears, throat, listened to her chest and then we were sent for a blood test (a CRP). Before we headed in to see the nurse who was to take her blood test I explained to her that she was just to get a little pin prick on her finger, she got upset and said she didn’t want to have her test done.
She did so wel, sat on my lap and reached her hand out, The blood test was over in a minute. But afterwards she was so upset. When we had sat down in the waiting room she turned to me and said ”I told you I didn’t want to do a test”. I felt so bad.
Her result was 37 which indicates an inflammation, so the doctor presicribed penicillin. Poor little pixie, she was having a tough morning. She fell straight asleep with me on the sofa as we arrived home and slept for 2 hours. Safe to say all my plans for the day were cancelled, instead with chilled out at home and that was actually a treat. Mark was out for the day, washing in the morning and later to the gym.
I managed to slip out later that night to meet my friends Malin and Elin at Texas Longhorn, ribeye steak and three glases of red Shiraz did the trick.