Well, we are doing well! Last night an emergency visit to the out of hours GP service (awful location, impossible to find, and in the driving rain that has replaced our glorious weather (sod the garden)). She is still unwell but had started perking up. I'd talked to her about maybe going back to school to see all her friends but with no swimming lesson! Arranged a tea with a friend a whole week away to give her something to look forward to.
Then at tea time she started complaining of a sword stabbing her in the neck and a knife in her side (good use of imagery?) and then throwing up. After 28 times where only one missed the loo/mixing bowl on her lap and me finding her on the bathroom floor writhing we decided enough was enough. Phoned the GP got the number and called in. They were delightful - thought it could be appendicitis and could we please go down there as soon as possible? We went down there loaded up with loo roll, sick bowl and the cuddly toy she always sleeps with. Forgot the inhalers though.
The GP was a real sweetie and waiting for us at the desk. Very kind to her. Gently examines her all over. Doesn't bat an eyelid when he says he wants to rule out urinary tract infection, chest infection, sickness bug and she says 'oh I've had that!'. Turns out she has tonsillitis with really swollen glands everywhere. He gave her some antibiotics and told her she was very brave. She cried when he gave her pink medicine - she's most definitely off pink this season.
And back we went. She cuddled up on daddy's lap while he watched newsnight and I stacked the dishwasher and made tea/hot water bottle and sent a text to a friend.
Up we went. Tucked her into my bed and went to kiss my lovely husband goodnight. At the bedroom door. And then I remembered! ' Happy Birthday. Oh my god I'm sorry'' 'Oh don't worry, it made a change from the usual routine.' Oh god now I have to make up for that. Takeaway tomorrow perhaps? God I am running out of steam this year already!
And this morning he revealed that he was probably over the limit when he drove to the GP. I hadn't even noticed him drinking the half bottle of wine. In my defence I was in the loo with her all evening.
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Ohhhh, I'm so glad the Dr discovered what was wrong, it is such an emotionally stressful time when your children are ill, and all you want to do is to suffer the pain for them. I'm up to grandchildren now, so they arent my responsibility any more! Hope she is well soon.
It simply doesnt get any better - son age 21 in hospital with appendicitis - who was wearing a furrow to the ward? Yep good old mum! Well one good thing - he doesnt try to get in our bed any more....
Poor soul, hope she is on the mend soon. Tonsilitis can really wipe them out. Takeaway and a large bottle of something tonight I think - hope he doesn't end up witha fine for his birthday as well.
Sorry to hear she is still unwell. At least now Doctor has seen her she should start to improve. Tonsilitis is awful and debilatating.
Sure you can throw hubby a tea party next week when little one feeling better and make it up to him.
warm wishes
Oh how horrid for you all, hope your daughter feeling better sound,
Understandable you'd forget a birthday when so stressed! Theres always tonight to celebrate.
Oh what a shame, though glad you have such a good GP, it makes such a difference - but definitely a good bottle and a takeaway tonight! And a belated Happy Birthday to the lovely hubby X
thanks to all, she is definitely imrpoving and next week I promise I shall be back to more cheerful stuff!
Ah wellnow you willfeel suitably guilty for ever! Just to help I have never ever manged a mothers day without one of th dears beingillor having to either wipe sweaty brow play catch the vomit in a bowel or force pink stuff down thier throat!!
Glad you have a good GP service there and am sure that your little girl will be on the mend by this time tomorrow. Children bounce back don't they? I am a granny now but remember the worry when my children were small and ill.
Just wondering which Social work Mag you write for? Being a social worker I'm nosey! Is it Community Care or Social Work Today?
Now I work in Vol sector don't get to see either.
Porr little love . . . . I bet she felt ghastly. We used to have our own doctors visit if someone was really ill during out of hours. Now we have to rely on NHS 24 and people have already died in the village because of inadequate cover. A friend of mine had a stroke and no-one would come out to him - his daughter had to take to hopsital . . . .he was then disharged in the early hours . . . .the real doctor then visited the next day and had him re-admitted to hospital straight away . . . oh and the story goes on - ghastly experience for the family. Hope your daughter is already feeling better today.
Hello Very Good Mother - what a night you had! Definitly Take Out and lots of wine tonight for you! There's nothing like a seriously ill child to turn up the woryy meter. I hope that the medicine is doing the trick and that you had a quiet night last night.
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