Oh, ugh. My son developed hives last Friday morning on day nine of ten days of penicillin. He's still breaking out with new ones as of this morning. I'm told it will take a while for the antibiotic to work out of his system, and to expect them to look a bit on the scary side. Not that I panicked or anything when I saw them multiplying by the minute across his belly. Oh no, not I. I was perfectly calm as I raced him to the pharmacy twenty minutes away (we live in a rural area), and didn't freak out on the pharmacist or anything...not too much anyway. In fact, I was so calm that the paediatrician wrote an Rx for an Eppi Pen-not because my son would need it, but because it was obvious that Mummy would not be able to sleep worrying "what if?" I thought I did a fine job of staying just this side of hysterical.
Thankfully, the hives don't itch. We did learn something else about our son-Benadryl makes him bounce off the walls. We sat there Friday evening watching him run laps around the dining room table singing "I'm a Little Teapot." I'm told that is also quite normal in young children.
Needless to say, I haven't been spending much time in the kitchen. I did however, bake Danny some blueberry muffins on Saturday as they are his favourite. When I was a child and ill, my mother would make me soft-boiled eggs, which I loved. I would also get comic books, though we lived near a newsstand that sold them. I don't know where a child would go today to get comic books. Soft-boiled eggs are of course off the menu these days as the health department claims they are bacterial breeding grounds.