Um...we had to put her down for her nap a half-hour early. She um...didn't eat her lunch. She was...um...crying...a lot. She...was a mess. I've...never seen her like this. It was...bad.
I could tell he got a taste of Hellcat (as I lovingly refer to her). And he was beside himself. Poor guy. (I feel sooooo sorry for him. *insert eye roll*)
She seemed fine until 8.30 p.m. when she developed a fever. Of course, then there was a party because she got to take "the purple medicine" which she asks for even when she feels fine, because it "tastes good." Fever showed up again on Saturday around 2.30 p.m. Felt fine until Sunday at 4.15 p.m. when she quit eating her chips and salsa (she MUST be sick) because she couldn't swallow. Great.
I called The Little Clinic at the Kroger which is about 15 minutes away. They would stop taking patients at 4.30 p.m. or 4.45 p.m. I haul ass to get there and arrive at 4.52 p.m. They still took her, thank goodness. She had an ear infection and maybe strep throat, but the ten days of amoxicillin would knock them both out. The Kroger pharmacy was closed, so he had to call her prescription in to Walgreen's which closed at 6 p.m. Driving way too fast, but still just over the speed limit, I made it to the drive-thru just in the nick of time, dear sweet child sleeping the whole way.
She is on the mend. And since we are on the subject of medicine and the taste of it, ALL medicines should taste like amoxicillin. It was white this time, instead of the pink we're used to getting. Daughter claims it tastes like vanilla, but that could be because of the color. Either way, it has taught me one thing: she will be able to bong a beer on the beach in college faster than any frat boy from here to Albuquerque.