David’s flu has been passed on to Ivy and Noah and Imogen.
Yesterday Ivy had a very scary febrile convulsion and my acopia reared it’s ugly head. The paed (with his great plan) went home and was ‘uncontactable’ (is that a word?) according to his receptionist.
So we went to the local hospital. I only have two words to explain the experience…NEVER AGAIN.
When Ivy decided it was a good time to fit, it was about 3:10pm. The kids were on their way home, via bus and Mal was coming home via his bus and was not due until 4:30pm.
It’s amazing when something freaky happens how nurses just go into nurse mode. I stayed calm (I surprised myself), waited it out, stripped her down, wiped her down with a warm washer and when I got her temp from 40.2 to 39.5 I phoned David…and lost the plot entirely. Noah was an absolute angel while all of this was going on (bless his cotton socks). David called the paed’s rooms (the second for the day) then the hospital and I called Mum, who made the hours drive out to our house and arrived just as Mal came home. By that time, Ivy’s temp was 38.4 and she was alert again. I grappled with a trip up to the hospital but in the end (after David phoned them and asked the triage nurse if it were necessary) decided I had better get it checked out, so almost two hours after the event I found myself in A&E.
Of course there was nothing they could do (aside from give us another course of antibiotics - her ears and tonsils were infected) and the nurses were very kind but they treated me like some kind of white trash idiot, who knew nothing. (Maybe they know something I don’t…hmmm).
This morning both Ivy and Noah are alot better (although still not up to their usual standards of mischief). Immy is still in bed nursing a sore head and asthma.
Here is a favourite saying of my Mum’s,
Yesterday is gone…forget it!
Tomorrow never comes…don’t worry about it!
Today is here…Live it!
Oh, i’ll be living it alright. I’ll be living it in the laundry catching up on a day’s worth of lost washing time!!!