Mamma Mia!

Last Saturday was Mommy’s 21st birthday (that’s what Daddy advised me to write). We had weekend-long celebrations planned and what a weekend it was!

It started on Friday when I went to see the local doctor about my TB vaccination scab which wasn’t looking so good. The doctor said it had got infected and put me on antibiotics. That evening Mommy went out with some mummies (not the bandaged kind) from our street; this gave me and Daddy the opportunity to wrap her birthday gifts. I got Mommy a book of nursery rhymes with lots of pretty pictures; this was a really clever gift because I get to enjoy it too when Mommy reads it out! Daddy's obviously nowhere near as clever as he got Mommy her favourite historical novels and rom com DVD’s which aren’t his thing at all. On Saturday night, Daddy cooked us a delicious meal (it was for Mommy really, I had to settle for the liquid option, followed by a nasty shot of antibiotics). Then, on Sunday evening, we all went out for dinner, and that's when things got really exciting…

Just as Mommy and Daddy were tucking into Dessert, I felt a wee bit poorly and puked...and puked again. Mommy and Daddy took me home but I kept throwing up and became very drowsy and lethargic. They were quite worried, especially as I was on medication, so Mommy called the helpline and they sent a tall, friendly man dressed in green. I thought he might be the Jolly Green Giant, but he didn’t bring us any canned peas or sweet corn, so, maybe not (Daddy told me later he was a paratrooper - or something beginning with ‘para’ anyway)!

The big green man conducted some tests on me that showed I was okay; but as I was still unusually sleepy and ‘lagbage’ (Daddy’s favourite Bengali word), he was a bit concerned and thought the excitement of a ride in an ambulance with an oxygen mask on would wake me up. This might have worked but the ambulance set off without Daddy who had to chase after me and Mommy in his car, they then forgot to take us home and dropped us off at a place called A&E instead (dunno what they were up to - I guess it's not easy being green)!

I'm still not sure what A&E stands for, but it has to do with waiting, as we all waited a very long time. Fortunately, one of the other people waiting turned out to be a Paediatrician who said I'd fallen ill because of the medicine the local doctor had given me. I am pleased to say that now that I have stopped taking it, I am back to my usual self again… HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOMMY!
Note:This picture was taken seconds before I started throwing up, so if I don't look my usual dashing self, you know why!