No art & move either

Last night, just as Graham arrived home, the doctor rang to ask how Louka was going. When I said she was still mostly sleeping, the doctor said we should take her to the hospital.

We spent several hours there, where they did checks to rule out meningitis, asthma, diabetes and pneumonia. Then just as they were writing a letter for the doctor, Louka vomited in their cubby house. So we stayed a little longer.

Today again she was much the same, lethargic, miserable and often hot. She didn't want to be off my lap, and spent most of the day drowsing there. Then, just as Graham rang to say he was about to come home, I gave her some more paracetemol and she started to pick up. By the time he got home she was cheerfully watching Play School (thank goodness for Play School) and she "helped" me cook dinner, and even ate some.