And the radiographer said…
…that he looks fine. His heart is enlarged, there’s fluid in his lungs, he has ‘unexpected white matter’ around the area that he has cracked his ribs and torn his muscles form coughing so much…. but none of that is unusual with a chest infection, and there’s absolutely nothing that causes him concern. We still have to wait for the official report back from the consultant, but as she saw nothing worth instant referral I’m not worried (for real this time). And breathe. Tweet
A small wobble…
Just before Easter C fell ill – nothing much, a flu-like bug that seemed to drag on a bit. It left him with a cough. And he coughed. And he coughed. He’s had that cough for over 6 weeks now. He started smoking when he was 17 – and finally gave up last ear. Which is totally amazingly wonderful, but does still mean he was a smoker for nearly 30yrs before that (how the fark are we old enough for those figures?). Cough won’t go, he’s been not-very-ill-but-not-healthy for weeks and weeks and weeks, and the doctor has decided next step is chest x-ray, which is later this morning. I keep on telling him it’s fine, and just because antibiotics are not working that does not mean that it MUST automatically be lung cancer. But to be...
Feeling wrung out…
We’re missing on No.1′s parents evening tomorrow – C is taking boy to Old Trafford, and now No.1 has an ear infection, so I can’t possibly take three children, one ill, to sit in the school half an hour while I trot round the teachers. But following the snitty message from the school yesterday (“just to inform you that No.1 had a maths test today that his earache has happily stopped him from having to take – I wanted to reassure him that it WILL be waiting for him upon his return” – i.e. “your son is skiving AGAIN with fake illness, and we wanted to be sure you know that we know...”), we called the school today, explained the situation, and asked that teachers call us if they wanted to chat. I’ve...
In which No.1 tries to break his Arm
It has been a lovely day. The in laws are dog sitting for their friends again, but are returning home next Saturday, so we decided to have an Easter Sunday dinner with them a week early. The lamb roast was delish, the pavlova scoffed to the last crumb, the sun shone, and the necessary French cricket match was as funny as only a silly family tradition can be. But as the afternoon wore on, it became apparent that enough was enough – No.1 started to get tetchy, arguing over each point won/lost (he actually said “you cannot be SERIOUS! It was OUT!” and didn’t understand why the grown ups all collapsed with squeaks of giggles). Eventually, we called it a day – Boy and Jolly carried on playing football, and NO.1 retreated indoors. In high...
Poorly poorly Boy…
Boy’s been about the sickest I’ve ever had a child be, I think. I could not believe his body was still trying desperately to be sick when he was quite simply totally empty. Poor boy. He’d nod off in exhaustion, and 15 minutes later would be springing awake and groaning over the bucket again. But – nothing since yesterday morning, and this morning he’s had a nibble of some food and has raised a smile, so I’m thinking we’re finally in the clear. Fingers crossed no one else gets it… Anyhoo, holiday is two weeks today – two weeks in France, courtesy of Keycamp. 2 days in Paris (dinner in Paris planned for my birthday, the day we travel!) and a day at Disney, then a drive down to the Loire for 10 days just ...
*whimper*
I have tonsillitis. Sob. We missed our long-planned-much-needed-oh-so-rare two week summer holiday opportunity (bloody weddings) because of No.1 and waiting for the consultant. Now we have a teeny window for 6 days, have found a cottage in our beloved Brecon Beacons… and I’m dosed up to the eyeballs with anti-bi’s and shivering and shaking when I move 10ft. Also means that all the work we NEED to get done before we go is now backing up and am working at a ploddingly slow speed to get through it, whilst C is working at breakneck speed to process two weddings AND stop house falling down and ensure children are fed, watered and have something clean to wear. Sigh. I know I’ll be fine in a day or so… and in the grand scheme of current...
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