Last night was not restful. Remie was up regularly from 7p to 11.30p with what initially seemed like night terrors but turned more into painful cries. She awoke complaining of a sore throat, so at 8a I booked her into a 10.30a doctor's appointment.
Added to that was my lower back in spasm courtesy of my steroid-fuelled workout yesterday during which I obviously forgot to switch on my core (!). I think that my gut and mouth were a bit yucky but there's nothing like perspective. I fit in a 30 minute massage between dropping the kids at school and getting Remie for her appointment which helped a bit.
As this was Justin's day to explore the city, he headed off on a ferry after dropping the kids. Nick sorted out sticking around so took Remie and me to see Dr. Karen who, "in light of this overall situation", opted not to wait 3 more days to see what happens and instead put Remie straight onto antibiotics for the suspected tonsillitis. Oh joy.
I spent most of the day resting while Nick looked after Remie. I had a lovely surprise visit from Daryl, who asked what I'm going to do with my time when I am well again. There's food for thought.
We took Justin and the kids down to the Skiffy for dinner as it was a beautiful evening. My ability to taste is in decline again so I'm back to focusing on texture.
After episode 1 of "House of Cards" season 2 and a sleeping pill to counteract the steroids, I'm off to bed to the sounds of a pan flute-type instrument coming from our relatively boring suburban neighbourhood. Go figure.
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