Red and Blotchy

I arrived home from work to a panicked wife who informed me about the situation and how she had first noticed it when she was wiping Adlai clean after a boisterous dinner. When I picked up Adlai to have a better look at him he didn’t seem to share in his mother’s concern over the situation. He giggled as I tried to lift up his chin to see his neck and grabbed at my face when I tried to get a closer look.

We decided to get some medical advice over the phone before deciding if we should go to A & E or the walk-in clinic. Describing a red blotchy rash over the phone is not particularly easy after you get past the words ‘red’ and ‘blotchy’, but somehow after being asked a series of questions, they seemed to get the idea and didn’t seem very worried. By the time we’d hung up the phone Adlai’s rash had more or less disappeared. We’re not really sure what it was but we were glad that it went away.

Adlai then settled into a relaxing bath and I thought that was the end of the stress for the evening, but I was wrong. There was a knock on the door from our neighbour to inform us that Adlai’s bath water was running through his ceiling and that the situation was less than ideal (not the exact words he used, but this is a family website). So Adlai’s relaxation bath time was cut short before he too ended up in the flat below. Adlai seemed to protest this by refusing to go to sleep. The next day, our landlord remedied the situation and bath time is back to it’s usual length, but it seems that Adlai is persisting with his protest from the night before because, as I type this, he again refuses to sleep.