School tomorrow. Boy and Jolly beside themselves, absolutely cannot wait.
No.1 is finding it tough emotionally – watching them, knowing what they’re going back to, not being able to do the same.
And I am so sad he’s not going – it’s the first day of Yr6, his chance to strut his stuff and be a king of the playground.
Sigh.
Consultant tomorrow afternoon, and then CFS team first appointment on Thursday.
Friday I have an appointment to speak on the phone to schools doctor re. home tutoring.
He’s dipped a bit the last few days – nothing like he was at the start of the holidays, but a little less sunny, a little more uncomfortable. We have wondered if is coinciding with return to school for a reason – C thinks he feels the need to validate himself as ‘sick’, especially as his glands are still small (thank gawd, he actually has a proper neck shape for the first time in about 6mths, instead of a thick trunk going from ears to shoulders) and not painful, which his usual first symptom.
But I am also aware that I am inclined to think he’s a drama queen, and sometimes I need to step back and just believe him, rather than being unsympathetic and dubious.
On the upside, we went swimming today – he probably did a little too much but he’s just ‘a bit sick and uncomfortable’ – at the start of the holidays half as much swimming would have had him curled in a ball crying by this time of night.
So muchos improvement, really, in the grand scheme of things.
