Happy things, part the sixth

[radegund]

Happy things about yesterday? Hmmm. Scanning ... scanning ... scanning ... not coming up with much.

OK, how about this: Paralink didn't prompt Fiachra to vomit within minutes of administration, the way Calpol and Nurofen consistently have over the past while. I liked that.

[For the uninitiated, Paralink is a paracetamol suppository. Niiiiice.]

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Right, that's enough Happy Things. Now I'm going to WHINE.

Between the two of them, O and F have been sick for about a month. Sick boys means rotten sleep. After three nights with no stretch longer than 2.5 hours, I am SQUASHIFICATED. Head swimming. Eyes gritty. Voice gravelly. F is now on antibiotics (his first course), so three times a day we have to pin him down and force-feed him (this is not an exaggeration); he screams through the entire ordeal. He's napping at the moment, but I can't join him because O needs me downstairs.

This week would be easier if K weren't ill as well. Oh well. Perhaps tonight will be less apocalyptic.

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[ailbhe]

Oh dear gods. I do like Paralink but yeah. Oof.

So much sympathy on the antibiotics front.

[radegund.livejournal.com]

I've just given him the second dose - I anticipated hell on wheels, but it was ... actually ... pretty OK! He must like the taste. I am very thankful.

[radegund.livejournal.com]

Hmph. Turns out that second dose was an aberration. We have had Blue Bloody Murder for each dose since. It feels like such a cruel betrayal. Bah.