C(h)illin

September was a gently traumatic month. Lauren had to have a filling (yes, in her baby teeth) which involved being strapped down with a straitjacket because she hates her face being messed with. Unnervingly the straitjacket had brightly coloured straps on it – “The Happy-Chappy 2000 Straitjacket, from PoliState Play Industries!” – which presumably makes the whole traumatising experience OK. As a result of the anaesthetic she bit through her lip, causing an infection that required a trip to the ER (in New York no less), and a dose of antibiotics.

Two weeks later Claire had her wisdom teeth out, and as part of it had to take antibiotics. Then Sam got an infection in…well, somewhere a little boy doesn’t want an infection, so more antibiotics. So I’m the only one who didn’t have a dose of something-cillin. In revenge I’m currently on crutches for a painful ankle that the doctor thought was a stress fracture before changing her mind.