Rachel Goes to Sick Bay and Won't Come Out!

I am happy to report that our daughter is healthy once again. We had quite a two weeks of it.
It began with a bad cough. That turned out to be the croup. For those unfamiliar with the croup, the cough resembles a barking seal, so much so that a couple of strangers threw fish at her at the mall food court. That was the first trip to the doctor.
Being the overachiever that she is, Rachel decided the croup wasn't good enough for her. She grew more lethargic and her temperature shot up to 103 or 104. Or at least it did until daddy bumped into her ear thermometer and watched it fall into the toilet.
The fever just refused to moderate, so it was time for trip two to the doctor. This time, she added a sinus infection to the croup.
She felt horrible and she wanted everyone to know it. The answer to everything was "No", except it came out as a whiny "Noah!" We heard "Noah" roughly 2,653 times a day. She also wanted "upee", her version of "up!". She wanted to be held constantly. What complicated that was right about that time, daddy was diagnosed with the shingles. Having her lay on my right shoulder hurt, so I constantly had to move her to the left.
We thought she had finally turned the corner, so we took her back to preschool one Wednesday. It turns out the corner was a dead end. She was in her classroom roughly ten minutes when she discovered her mommy was teaching next door. Shedding persistent tears, she moved from her 2-year-olds class to where mommy was with the 18-to-24 month olds.
She felt so lousy, she wouldn't stop crying. Being a natural born leader, her tears upset the 18-to-24 month olds, who soon joined her in a tearful symphony.
At this point, my wife called me and asked whether I could leave work to be with Rachel for 30-45 minutes. I work across the street, so that was doable.
I wasn't prepared for what I saw. Four wailing children, a plethora of runny noses. It looked like Snotapalooza in there. I took Rachel out and asks her what was wrong and got nowhere in my inquiries.
Some time after that, we noticed Rachel had acquired some color. My wife has native American in her background, but Rachel has always been a paleface. Not any more. It started as a rash on her head and stomach. It had spread to her arms and toes by the next day.
Back to the doctor we went. It turns out that our child is allergic to penicillin. So she entered the wonderful world of Benadryl. This was the first, and possibly the last, time I have heard my child say, "I want to go to bed."
The rash cleared up, though she still felt pretty punk. And she certainly wasn't going to rave about the taste of Benadryl. It practically required the Jaws of Life to pull apart her teeth. And after each dose from the dropper, she demanded "WATER!" in no uncertain terms.
Finally, she is back to herself. No "Noah." No Benadryl. Into everything. Affectionate. Smiling. It is good to have her back!