The plan was simple. Pick up tze bebe, drive by the hospital, keep her amused while I get checked out, and head home.

Of course, having no regular doctor (I know, I know) I had to hit the emergency room. Which means waiting, in fact, about an hour (to their credit, they had an actual emergency there.) So, an hour of chasing bebe all over the room. She was in good spirits and not irritating anyone, but a constant bucket of movement.

Hour later, finally get seen. I thought I had a boil under my arm, but the doc thinks it's just a swollen lymph node, which makes sense as it coincided with the dental thing. So, they stick a needle in it and *apparently jiggle it around because they hate me.* During this, I'm trying to explain to tze bebe that they're just helping Daddy and they're not going to bug her at all. All done, they bandage me up, and I start to get all light-headed. At which point I realize that since it took so long, I was late for my medication, and thusly I hadn't eaten in a while either, and in fact spent an hour walking and chasing a bebe, which counts as the exercise the dentist told me to avoid for a couple days. I don't actually pass out, but whee, no fun, that. Funniest part was, I was lying down on the gurney waiting for the room to stop spinning, and bebe was sitting next to me, happily amusing herself by shaking my pill bottle (which she stole from me moments before) like a rattle.

So, yeah. One more footnote in the awesome week I've been having.

Oh. And. This new round of antibiotics will last like even longer, meaning it looks like I'll be off the boozamahol for a few weeks. Feh. I'll have some catching up to do thereafter.