The tidal wave of illness after illness

It’s extraordinary that just when the nights get a bit more manageable (waking 4-6 times not 8-12) a tidal wave of illness hits. I was just reflecting on the fact that they hadn’t both been well for more than a few days since Christmas. Nasty chest infection, hand, foot and mouth, then a monstrous cold and teething troubles. But my friend Katy’s daughter has squeezed in conjunctivitis and a sick bug, on top of h,f,m and two colds. It’s a terrible sort of top trumps.

And at play groups you can’t help but circle like a deranged crow in case they grab another child’s drinking cup or get in the path of a coughing fit.

Throughout this I get a version of the soup of infection, not as bad but enough to drain me of the last whisker of energy.. However after the horrendous hand, foot and mouth episode that began with W hysyerical for four nights before the blisters appeared....I didn’t catch it. And spent a lot of time being thankful as a local mum friend did and lost four toenails from the blisters on her feet. It feels like living without sanitation in medieval England may have been similar?

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