I went to hospital tonight.

I spent 3 1/2 hours in casualty tonight waiting to see
a doctor about a rash that arose so fast it went from virtually clear skin
to blistering before mummy's and daddy's very eyes.
Daddy took me to casualty where the triage nurse said it's not one of those awful fatal rash disease things and that it was probably an allergic reaction to something. Because I was low priority I played with daddy for a while and then went to sleep so he could write his sermon for Sunday and scripture lesson for tomorrow. Mummy was there to help too.
After the 3 1/2 hours, daddy remembered that our family doctor is in the "Wollongong Radio GP" housecall network and called for a GP. The radio operated doctor arrived at our house not long after we did.
Daddy undressed me for the doctor and surprise! No rash!!!!!
Apparently just being near the hospital had cured me. Some doctor there is saying to herself, "But I felt the power go out of me..."
The doctor, and some of daddy's friends, and daddy, and mummy and nanny and dad all think that it's because I had my first drink of formula today instead of breast milk from mummy. Formula is made from cow's milk so maybe my little body doesn't like that.
Mummy thought of it first.
Love, Zoë

