Yesterday: the spring term started at Ingrid’s dance-and-play group.

This morning I went to the clinic (vårdcentral) in the morning to have someone look at my nose. Turns out that the sore nose, or rather the sore in my nose, was caused by a staph infection, not herpes (cold sores). I’m used to getting cold sores when I have a cold, so I had assumed this was one of them. But after 5 days I thought it wasn’t behaving quite “right”. So now I got a prescription for fucidin cream, and care instructions which are pretty much the opposite to what’s advised for cold sores. (Cold sores: don’t touch, don’t pick; my staph sore: try to get rid of the scab.)

Then a trip to town for a blood test, to check my thyroid function. The local clinic does those as well but apparently they’re not connected to the right IT systems. In order for the results to reach my gynecologist, I need to go to another place. I normally go to the clinic at Odenplan, because it’s closest to where I work, so to make things simple I did the same today. I’m always impressed by how good they are at what they do. They never complain about my veins, which the phlebotomists at Royal London Hospital usually did. Very skilled, very fast.

On my way home, when Adrian woke and wanted to nurse, I stopped at Stockholms Glasshus, which is an upmarket ice cream bar. Ice cream in January felt a bit odd, but it’s the only place I could think of where I would be guaranteed to find space for the stroller at lunchtime.

And even though I bought sorbet (raspberry and blackcurrant), Adrian had one of his screaming interludes about 4 hours later. Quite often at ice cream cafes they use the same spoon for all flavours and just quickly rinse it in a bucket of water inbetween servings. Can that trace amount of dairy ice cream have been enough to cause a reaction?