Martha is poorly this morning, slow to get up, has a big ulcer on her tongue. She doesn't eat her breakfast. I take her into school in tears. By the end of the day, she has a mouth full of ulcers - her tongue, in her cheeks, in the front of her mouth. Bonjela - Martha hates it! She can't stop salivating while she puts the gel in her mouth.
Dave comes over for a cuppa. I then have my lunchtime sleep. I have an appointment for a flu jab, and I am anxious about this. We are going to London at the weekend to watch Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. I was worried that the jab could make me ill at the weekend. I was reassured by the medic that I would only have a stiff arm, and that this would pass by the weekend. I agree to the jab.
I collect my prescription for soluble paracetamol, and it has been made incorrectly - for tablets. I walk back to surgery and ask for the revised prescription to be sent to my local pharmacy. Grrr!
I collect Martha from school, and then return to collect Katy from choir. Both girls have a good piano lesson. Despite being under the weather, they are both showing great progress.
Sleep time
lots of love to you all
Sarah xxx
