Am sick

will mope.
I have pharyngitis. I should look up how to spell that correctly but can’t be bothered and know it will irritate the likes of Bec, Suse and Blackbird. And sometimes that’s fun in itself.
It’s tonsilitis of the pharynx, or is that pharanx. Anyway, there’s pus at the backof my throat, and lots of it. Apparently.
The doctor has given me an antibiotic that has forte and duo in its name. They also come in light-proof packaging. This is killing more than pus let me tell you.
I am wondering who creates drugs that make you feel worse when they’re meant to make you better.
I was home sick today but did around 5 hours work.

I’m such a martyr.
Today, on the first day back of school, the start of Term 4, the beginning of the countdown to Christmas:

Felix’s teacher: Can all children whose name starts with o,p,q,r,s, t, u and v stand up and come to the front
(Felix stands and moves to the front of the class.)
Felix’s teacher: And what does your name start with?
Felix: O
Felix’s teacher: Really. What is your name again?
Felix: OB1
Felix’s teacher: Who?
Felix: OB1 Ken Obi.

Don’t say I didn’t warn you that we’ve created a child actor.

This started when he called a family meeting about 10 days ago. The TV was turned off (gasp) and the meeting called. Felix announced he was changing his name to either OB1 or Anakin. We voted for OB1 because really, being named after the dude that goes to the dark side, who loses his limbs and other bits in a ball of firey lava, didn’t seem like such a good namesake. OB1=Ewan McGregor, and that’s just fine with me.

Anyway, there’s been a few incidents (averaging about twice a day) when he corrects me that he is not Felix, he is OB1.

But never, ever in my wildest dreams, did I think I’d produce – or have any role – in a child showing that kind of chutzpah. (Is that the right word? Apologies to Jewish people the world over for stealing your language and then probably misusing it.) Put simply, it’s the kind of thing I would have LOVED to do at school, but was just too much of a good girl to ever follow through.

You go son. Your mum is cheering you on loud and probably quite inappropriately.