Sunday, June 14, 2009

Alone and palely loitering...

Trust the spud to make the most of being ill. He's getting a lot of time on the sofa at the moment, lying down feebly, drinking milk from a bottle and watching reruns of Chuggington and Charlie and Lola until his eyeballs drop out.

His eyeballs are (so far) about the only things free of spots, spots having now appeared on the soles of his feet and the outside of his eyelids. We had a surreal night - around midnight he started shaking uncontrollably, although he didn't have a whisper of a fever. He was piling on the blankets and raving a bit (although to be fair, that's pretty normal) so after some fruitless searching on the NHS website for the cause of cold shivers in children I rang the NHS Direct. This hotline will give you a doctor on the phone or get you a housecall in an emergency and I just wanted some advice.

However, the spud, never one to shirk dramatics, managed to conjure up a rash on his shoulders, some vomiting and a temp of 40.5 conveniently while the doctor was on the phone and suddenly they were shipping off an ambulance.

When it's 2am and someone tells one they're sending an ambulance for one's son, suddenly one's intellect is wrestling uncontrollably with one's emotions. My intellect was picking her nails in the doorway and quietly damning the waste of NHS resources while my Mummy brain was quivering and shouting in the middle of the room like a very loud bowl of jelly. It's just that once the big 'M' word has been let out of the box it's kinda hard to put it back in without some serious thinking.

The ambulance men came and were very nice about us wasting their time. They offered to take him in but on the basis that hospitals are full of sick people we kept him home. We dosed him with Calpol and left him naked on his bed but for a sheet. Around 5am he appeared in our bed clutching his sheet and demanding a cuddle and 7am he was up for a pee.

Oh, he's fine; he was rampaging around the flat on his scooter, his bike and his feet laying waste to it for a few hours; now he's pulling the 'I'm more sicker' card and being all pale and interesting on the sofa with his bottle, something I feel like doing myself at the moment.

I suspect, however, that 10:30 on a Sunday morning is a bit early to be hanging around with Uncle Vodka.

15 comments:

Jennie said...

How dramatic! Better safe than sorry, I say. But good point about the hospitals being filled with sick people. Not very nice places are they? Glad he's on the up and up.

Fishsticks and Fireflies said...

Oh my! When he is sick, he is REALLY SICK! I hope he is on the mend soon.

And it is never too early for alcohol . . . just mix in a splash of orange juice and it is perfectly acceptable for breakfast.

Maternal Tales said...

Hope he didn't miss you too much today - and that he's feeling much better. Having ill children is just too stressful...Was great to meet you today and talk about poo!! Hee hee x

Sparx said...

Jennie - thanks - all sunshine today; just praying for tonight...

Fishsticks - you are the devil, truly you are. Good idea though!

MT - Was faboo to meet you as well, really great! Nice to talk poo with someone who doesn't flinch...

Helen + ilana = Hi said...

Dunno I'm thinking a gin is just the tonic about now 'listening' to that tale...............or perhaps gin and tonic so people won't think you're an alkie

uringuis - I can't believe how often these things tie into the post.... read as english I'm gettin Your Anguish as in the sinking feeling you get when an ambulance arrives at your door asking fer the spud!

Michelle said...

So much drama! But so sorry that it has been so rough on him and on you, Sparx!

Metropolitan Mum said...

Oh no. How could I miss the poo conversation?
Was lovely to meet you to! And I hope the spud will recover soon.

Potty Mummy said...

Hi there, good to meet you too - and did the piriton help? I hope so - and that you got a better night's sleep last night!

Catharine Withenay said...

Sorry Spud's been so ill - sounds horribly traumatic, getting an ambulance out in the middle of the night (even if unnecessary!) Hope he's fit and well in no time.

Sparx said...

Helen - LOL; yes, well sometimes we must sacrifice ourselves for our children hey? Gin later. Sigh.

Michelle - thanks for the sympathy, it's soooo appreciated!!

Metropolitan Mum - I don't know how you missed it; I'm ALWAYS having poo conversations!!!

Potty Mummy - YES!!! My Gods, Piriton is the dogs wotsits, we all slept like angels last night and he's much chirpier this morning despite a new crop of spots... sigh...

Sparx said...

Catherine - just missed you! Thanks for that, sympathy is much appreciated... I know most Mums have been there so I shouldn't whinge really...

Perfectly Happy Mum said...

Hello! It was lovely meeting you yesterday and I hope little spud is feeling much better today.
Pxx
PS will email you the link to the stuff we discussed

A Modern Mother said...

Tagged you for recycle week. http://www.amodernmother.com/2009/06/recycle-week-tag.html

(nice to meet you, BTW)

DJ Kirkby said...

'Uncle Vodka'! OMG! Can't stop laughing...and I shouldn't be laughing at all really as N3S was VERY ill with chicken pox so I can imagien how tiring and scarey this all is for you but...Uncle Vodka? LOL!

Surprised and Excited Mum said...

I missed out on poo too! Gutted.

But we did talk about boobs and nakedness - actually I'm proud our conversation wasn't just about babes!