I decided to take Poet to the doctor late in the week. Her flushed cheeks and shallow breathing started to really concern me. I went with my intuition and booked in to see my GP, Georgia, the very same day. I love Georgia - she's thorough, realistic, humorous and incredibly respectful of my desire to do things the natural way. She confirmed that it was a severe flu-like virus and that Poet's right ear looked rather swollen and red. Perhaps that is why she fell; her balance affected. I left the surgery completely reassured and, thankfully, with a little less nervous energy within.
I'm happy to report that Poet is almost back to her normal self (she's currently pulling Che's hair and eating a tissue). She is absolutely ravenous and hence the kitchen and the floor contains the remnants of fruit salad, vegemite toast and vegetable soup.
This afternoon I decided to ignore the mess and photograph my new stoneware ceramic bowls and a delightfully odd collection of spoons. Somehow this simple, delicate kitchenware has lifted my mood. And for that I am thankful.
And thank you for all your sweet messages of concern about Poet; I read each one aloud to her. She was a little confused, but happy.