Well, Emma's tonsil abcess has returned . . . I took her to an urgent care facility attached to the hospital here, where they took one look at her throat and were quite happy to have me call the UM Emergency Room to find out the name of the antibiotic they'd given her in August. Not a murmur from anyone about swabbing or lancing or any of that stuff, thank heavens. They actually seemed to believe me when I said the antibiotic had worked really well.

So we're home, after a scant 90 minutes at the hospital, and then half an hour for me on a futile search for an all-night pharmacy . . . I think I'd have to go back to the hospital; I don't think there are any others in town. Em's okay with her medications until morning, so I'm going to just nip out to Meijers first thing in the morning. Then we have to be back at the hospital at 10:00 so they can evaluate her again . . . It was a much mellower experience than the last trip to the ER.

And Emma has now officially had her first "Lansing Moment." When we checked in, the nice young woman looked at her record in the computer, then looked up, astonished, and said, "Why, you haven't been here since you were born!" (Honesty compelled me to point out that she had been born at the St. Lawrence Campus, two miles west of the Sparrow Campus, which is where we were . . . but still, it was pretty funny. I asked what our phone number had been at the address they had on file for us :)