This afternoon we all lurched out of bed and went to see Dr. Gloria the pediatrician.
Salvador's hyperactivity since we got back has contrasted wildly with my gradual submersion in a wave of snot and Esther's splitting altitude induced headache.
I'll never get used to having to visit the bank on the way to the doctors.
Dr. Gloria gave him a full S/. 50 checkover and diagnosed conjuntivitis and a throat infection.
Her surgery is an entertainment in itself, dotted with children's toys but more disturbingly a plethora of drugs packets, bottles and whatever, all at toddlers arms reach.
Gets them nice and well trained to attempt to take all the medication available when they get back home I suppose, a bit dangerous I thought.
He has put on 600g since we last saw her, probably due to the crisp at the childrens party the other day.
His head is growing well and his height is good too.
We took a taxi to buy the drops he has to take and then came back home after he had played hide and seek in the chemist with a little girl.
He then proceeded to belt me in the face causing my contact lens to stick to my eye for half an hour, not nice and certainly on a par with him biting my hand just before.
He has yet to surpass the biting of Reyna's bum in Lima but I'm sure he will come up with something.