Friday, September 29, 2006
Poor Min is sick. The diagnosis? Hand, Foot and Mouth disease, which leaves blisters and bumps all over her - you guessed it! - hands, feet and mouth. And a little on her nose. And a huge ulcer on her tongue. My poor baby.
Hand, Foot and Mouth disease is not to be confused with Hoof and Mouth disease (aka Mad Cow disease). This has nothing to do with eating ground beef that once fed on ground beef and everything to do with toddlers sampling one another's sippy cups at the park to see who drinks straight juice and who drinks half-juice-half-water.
Aside from some lethargy, crankiness and a 6am wakening this morning (I don't think Margot's woken before 7:30 since last winter) she's doing ok. It'll run its course in about 10 days.
She did enjoy snoozing on the couch this morning in between Teletubbies episodes, and she also liked the vanilla ice-cream she ate for lunch. There's definitely something to be said for a sick day (what it is I'm not sure, but it's something.)