We are fresh back from vacation and celebrating the middle’s birthday and it was all wonderful, but I had an inkling that things weren’t so well with our youngest imp. You see she was sick before me, but had appeared to be much better whilst we were on vacation (and among modern conveniences and places with pediatricians). However, the day we arrived back home she appeared to be getting sick again and started spiking a fever. Regrettably where we live there are no pediatricians, but there is a clinic that some ex-pats recommended so off we went. I must say I was very pleasantly surprised; the place was efficient even on a first-come first-served basis. There were plenty of fish tanks and even birds to watch as we waited. When we were called back we went to the doctor’s office (general practitioner). Everything to this point had been smooth, but the moment the doctor wanted to look at our youngest child’s throat everything came undone. My quietly sick three-year-old became a raging snot-flinging tyrant in shiny pink cowboy boots—what must that poor doctor have been thinking? I did manage to contain her long enough for the doctor to look in her mouth and diagnose the infection and prescribe an antibiotic all of which we picked up at the pharmacy next door in less than five minutes—which was a good thing because at this point we were both done in. Oh for another vacation!
