Ava's diary

I haven’t posted for a while, as I’ve been ill. Dad’s been too busy looking after me to type up by scribbles.

It all started last Saturday when I was a bit sicky. But otherwise I felt OK and was my usual happy and playful self. Then on Sunday things went downhill. I went in for some serious projectile vomiting and couldn’t keep any food or water down. I had a few trips to the Out of Hours doctor down at the Royal Glamorgan Hospital. As suspected, they simply advised mam and dad to give me little sips of water with some elctrolyte powder added to keep me hydrated.

So all I did on Sunday and Monday was sleep and vomit. Day and night.

Tuesday was a lot better, and I even went to crèche on Wednesday morning. But by lunchtime they had sent me home following an enormous bout of diarrhoea. Thursday saw another trip to the doctor, this time to my own GP, Dr Gail. She told dad to collect a sample of my “leavings”, and the results showed that I have the rotavirus - a particularly nasty virus.

Friday I was a lot perkier, so hopefully I’m on the road to recovery. I’ve slept well the last couple of nights and the sudden movements from either end have stopped. Just as well – dad says that he was going to declare the house a bio-hazard.