Thrush hour

One of the benefits of my new job (yes, I got one; more on that over a stiff drink) is that the newspaper's office is 5 minutes away from the medical clinic we frequent.
I made that short trip this afternoon.
Anni called to say she was taking Elise to the doctor because her teacher suspected that our little one had a case of thrush. This, of course, is yet another in the long list of minor medical problems common to every baby -- or at least that's what you hear just before you're billed for the treatment.
Anyway, I met Anni and Elise at the clinic, where we got Elise weighed (15.08 lbs.) and diagnosed by the doctor: Yep, that's thrush.
Thankfully, she has a very minor case of the strangely named illness, so it should disappear within a few days of the liquid treatment.
Interestingly, if her case of thrush had been worse, we could have obtained a medicine that leaves the inside of her mouth purple for a day. Of course, if you're still breast-feeding, the baby's mouth isn't the only thing that turns purple. We chuckled with the doctor about that.
So we got the diagnosis and the prescription and left the clinic within an hour -- not bad by normal clinic standards.
"No purple breasts for you today," the doc said as he left the room.