Poorly

Don't think I'm going to see my camera tonight for even an emergency blip so you're getting an iPhone capture. As is. No effects.

Just a poorly boy being cuddled by his daddy.


I thought I was the one going to need tlc this evening: went to the dentist this afternoon rather naïvely thinking she'd just have a prod and decide on a course of action. She got me. Root canal treatment started there and then. I nearly wouldn't let her, my brain froze, my mouth clamped shut, I couldn't speak - was terrified. But then I realised if I didn't get it done today I'd never be any more prepared, and would only be more scared. And Ben was happy playing with Nat and Libby, so I just had to be brave. And I was. I won't pretend there were no tears: by the end I was a sobbing wreck, but the first of three sessions is done now.

After picking Ben up and going home though, thinking I needed cheese really badly as reward (or something) to make me feel better, Ben, tired out, fell asleep on my lap.

And woke up 45 minutes later and was violently sick.

And he has been sick every 10 minutes or so since.

It's going to be a long night.



And I didn't get my cheese. (I will tomorrow though. Don't worry. LOTS of cheese.)