Why is it those trips to the emergency room always seem to interrupt dinner?
I had high hopes last night to knock out a couple more pages of Rogue Theta. I'm over 17,000 words now and still miles to go before I sleep, as it were. But the universe had other plans.
For some still unknown reason, my son broke out in hives yesterday. They started as a slight rash on his cheek and spread all over despite a quick dose of Benadryl. Fortunately they didn't itch, but the temperature of his skin where the rash was spiked up to 102 degrees. Off we went to the pediatric ER where they asked the typical questions about food, allergies, detergents and exposure to strange plants.
None of the above applied - although we're wondering if maybe an infusion of watermelon might be the cause. He's a watermelon-aholic and when there's some in the house, he wants it with every meal.
After two doses of medication he's doing better, though he's a bit cranky and I don't blame him. His reward for being 'sick' is that his video game limit is suspended for the day since he's not supposed to be doing anything strenuous for forty-eight hours. For an eight year old of course that means he gets to crash on the couch and show up in the kitchen for meals. For me, nothing strenuous means I let the checker at the supermarket pack my groceries and we'll eat off paper plates until I have enough energy to load the dishwasher. Ah well. While he dozes between Pokemon matches, maybe I can get some writing done.