Not lupus

Mabel has decided she's not taking a nap, and my feeble attempts to leave her in her room for quiet time worked about as well as you might predict, so now she's doing something with Duplo and monologuing about Thor. (She and Monkey have been watching The Avengers cartoon series, which is only partly completely unsuitable television for an almost-three-year-old, and she knows all her superheroes better than I do. Anyway, I like that she knows about Thor because I can pretend it's mythology rather than superhero-ology.)

She didn't really go to school today because I decided to take her to the doctor instead, and between the traffic and the waiting room, we finally squeaked into the playground with 15 minutes of the morning left. We went to the doctor because she'd had an odd red rash on her hands last week that was itchy at night, and which Dr Google told me might be eczema. I got some cream and it seemed to be improving, but other, different, rashy bits were popping up on her torso. So, just to be on the safe side, we went.

I'm glad we did, because, just to be on the safe side, she's now on half a teaspoon of amoxycillin three times a day for the next 21 days, to make sure she doesn't have Lyme disease. One of the rashy patches (these are tiny patches, just blips really) is suspiciously circular in shape, and when I said that I'd pulled a tick out of her leg several weeks ago - not where the rash is at all - the doctor said it's much easier to just treat than wait and see. I don't think she's showing any other symptoms, though I suppose if she's extra tired that might explain her reaction to school last week, but I'd much rather be on the safe side with this one.

The doctor said the rash on Mabel's hands is something else, possibly hives, and told me to give her Benadryl for that.

I've also decided I have arthritis in my thumb. Getting old is terrible. Monkey needs to hurry up and make his anti-ageing machine.