TB's not been well since we got back. In fact, it started two days before we left, with diarrhoea and stomach cramps that had him spinning around, clutching his stomach and screaming in pain. We dosed him up with the Brasilian version of kiddie immodium and hoped he'd get better fairly quickly. He was an angel on the plane journey back, but still wasn't well. He'd start screaming in his sleep ever 20 minutes or so, clutching his stomach again. He's not gotten ovely better since. He's certainly been eating a lot lot less (some days even nothing at all) and the diarrhoea seems to have stopped but he's still complaining about his stomach hurting. We took him to the doctors, and they want to test him for salmonella. We just have to get a sample. The only good thing about it all is that he realised when you're feeling ill, it's preferably to poo on the toilet instead of your nappy (or as was more often the case since we started toilet training) or pants. We're hoping he can keep this one up.

And on another plus note, he's had a completely dry nappy on for the past two nights. Maybe he can keep that one up too.

As for me, I've not been too good. Almost as soon as I got off the plane, I managed to get a cold, which has quickly deteriorated into the mother of all coughs. I've also had to go back to work, which has presented another problem. For some months now you could say that Ive not exactly been happy where I am. Being away gave me the opportunity to think about how I wanted things to play out, and I hought that maybe a rest would send me back to work feeling better about things. Unfortunatley not. I want to find something else, but feel somewhat stuck for the moment. As I see it, unless we suddenly come into some money, I don't think I'll be going anywhere until August. And that's the worst thing, knowing I'm stuck for at least another six months.