It's Chinese New Year again and it is the Year of the Dragon.
Yes! It's Dragon's year. And in keeping with the rollercoaster journey she's taken me on so far, welcome the to the first day of my Chinese New Year.
I start the year feverish and ill. Bad.
I go to the doctors with Dragon as she's come out in a strange rash. It turns out she has folliculitis. This is Not Great.
I bump into a friend in the waiting room whose little boy has a high fever. The doctor doesn't know what is wrong. They have to go to A & E. I start to go with her but we are not allowed on the bus. She jumps in a cab. Dragon is looking peaky so I do not follow. They are still there in hospital. They were supposed to go to New Zealand for a two month trip this week. This is Bad.
Dragon spends the rest of the day with a runny nose and a cough. Sigh. Bad.
She starts bursting into tears frequently for no apparent reason. She has never done that before in all her months of illness. Oh dear. Bad.
Unexpectedly someone sends me chocolate biscuits and someone else gives Dragon a beautiful gift for no reason whatsoever apart from the fact she wants to. This makes the day better and is Good.
I am supposed to write my essay but my old wrist troubles have returned. De Quervains is the bane of my life post pregnancy. Bad. Bad. Bad.
I spend the first night of Chinese New Year having an ultrasound scan of said wrist and end up having my fourth steroid injection in 10 months. A few hours later I am in agony and cannot move my hand at all. Despair.
A friend unexpectedly drops by with some food she has made us for Chinese New Year, refuses to come in and heads straight off again on her two hour journey home. Oh the kindness. I can barely speak. The definition of Thoughtfulness.
I sleep very little for Dragon coughs throughout the night, as do I. Yes, you can guess what this is.
By morning my hand is no better. I feel like crying. But I don't.
I complete a good chunk of my second essay draft. Phew!
I find out we owe £1300 to EDF. I feel like crying. But I don't.
Husband brings Dragon home from nursery. I take one look at her and take her temperature. She has a fever. Poor baby. Curse you whoever you are that causes baby sickness. I'd shake my fist at you if I could move my hand into a fist to shake.
Hand improves marginally. Hope. Not a bad thing to have at the start of a new year.
And here we are. The first day of the Year of the Dragon. Tumultuous? Yes. Boring? Never!
Yes! It's Dragon's year. And in keeping with the rollercoaster journey she's taken me on so far, welcome the to the first day of my Chinese New Year.
I start the year feverish and ill. Bad.
I go to the doctors with Dragon as she's come out in a strange rash. It turns out she has folliculitis. This is Not Great.
I bump into a friend in the waiting room whose little boy has a high fever. The doctor doesn't know what is wrong. They have to go to A & E. I start to go with her but we are not allowed on the bus. She jumps in a cab. Dragon is looking peaky so I do not follow. They are still there in hospital. They were supposed to go to New Zealand for a two month trip this week. This is Bad.
Dragon spends the rest of the day with a runny nose and a cough. Sigh. Bad.
She starts bursting into tears frequently for no apparent reason. She has never done that before in all her months of illness. Oh dear. Bad.
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| Behold the Bad Tempered Dragon |
Unexpectedly someone sends me chocolate biscuits and someone else gives Dragon a beautiful gift for no reason whatsoever apart from the fact she wants to. This makes the day better and is Good.
I am supposed to write my essay but my old wrist troubles have returned. De Quervains is the bane of my life post pregnancy. Bad. Bad. Bad.
I spend the first night of Chinese New Year having an ultrasound scan of said wrist and end up having my fourth steroid injection in 10 months. A few hours later I am in agony and cannot move my hand at all. Despair.
A friend unexpectedly drops by with some food she has made us for Chinese New Year, refuses to come in and heads straight off again on her two hour journey home. Oh the kindness. I can barely speak. The definition of Thoughtfulness.
I sleep very little for Dragon coughs throughout the night, as do I. Yes, you can guess what this is.
By morning my hand is no better. I feel like crying. But I don't.
I complete a good chunk of my second essay draft. Phew!
I find out we owe £1300 to EDF. I feel like crying. But I don't.
Husband brings Dragon home from nursery. I take one look at her and take her temperature. She has a fever. Poor baby. Curse you whoever you are that causes baby sickness. I'd shake my fist at you if I could move my hand into a fist to shake.
Hand improves marginally. Hope. Not a bad thing to have at the start of a new year.
And here we are. The first day of the Year of the Dragon. Tumultuous? Yes. Boring? Never!
Which really sums up my little Dragon quite well.
