EMP in the US

This will be a short post as I can’t wait to climb back into my bed and get to sleep!

I have Strep throat. I actually get this quite often, or at least it always feels like it’s often! It is horrifically painful – enough to drive you insane and bring tears to the eyes. I thought I was being a wimp, but thankfully a quick scan of the internet shows that other people find it excruciating as well. Needless to say I am dosed up on as many of my post-partum super strength painkillers as I am allowed. Thankfully, the nurse and doctor saw me immediately this morning and prescribed some amoxycillin. It doesn’t seem to be doing very much just yet, but I’ve only taken two. Nowadays, if I experience pain, I always compare it to childbirth (obviously!) and the problem with strep throat is that it is so sustained. Painkillers only just about provide relief, but swallowing is almost unbearable enough to warrant a spitoon. At least with childbirth, the worst bits only go on for a few hours (hopefully!), after 36 hours of strep throat I was weeping. (Also, it’s quite acceptable to cry at childbirth, whereas crying because of a sore throat is blatantly wussy).

Anyway, at least the fever seems to be gone, and maybe a good night’s sleep will help – the pain broke through the Nytol I took last night, but I hope this night to be better. I’ve also told Ollie he has to stay in his own bed all night tonight: I’ve been taking pity on him because he’s had a bad cough, and been a bit poorly himself, but I think it has got to a point now that he’s just enjoying kicking and headbutting us all night. Oh and he has a new trick of dropping his dummy through the headboard so that it lands on the floor exactly in the middle of the bed so that it is only reachable by climbing half-under the bed and stretching one’s arm Elasta-girl style.

Otherwise the boys had a very boring day, watching films. The Incredibles is still very popular with them.

In books, Thomas is reading his way through the “early readers” section of the Howe library. He’s mostly reading the level two books, though I’ve noticed these vary widely in difficulty, some only having a few words on each page to what I would call proper story books. Ollie’s bedtime stories are becoming more varied again, as I limit the Little Red Train books mostly to nap times when Thomas isn’t home. I’m reading “The Swimming Pool Library” by Alan Hollinghurst.