Middag hos mina föräldrar, där vi upptäckte mystiska röda utslag över hela sonen vilket föranledde samtal till 1177. De antydde scharlakansfeber, vilket i sin tur föranledde samtal till akuten. Inga köer, så kom ner ni så får vi i alla fall titta på dem.
Anländer dit, 2 andra i väntrummet. 1,5 timme senare har vi fortfarande inte sett röken av en läkare, de misstänkta utslagen i stort försvunnit eller omplacerat sig och Andrew har lessnat totalt. Alltså packar vi ihop barnet och åker hem till föräldrarna igen, lite lagom irriterade.
Bad i badkar för liten, bastu för litens föräldrar, och friden har infunnit sig igen.
Hemma igen, en flaska välling intagen och nattning pågår och då kommer kvällens grande final i form av välling och torkad frukt. På retur.
Medan jag skurar rent säng och badrumsgolv hör jag maken hosta en trappa ner, och sen upprepa Andrews slutscen. Dock inte i någon säng.
Kan det inte bara vara färdighostat, -kräkts och -sjukat, snälla??
Finally a fairly perky son! We were expecting visitors, but that never happened. Really wet and heavy snow falling all through the day. Lovely and white, but weighs an absolute ton to shovel.
Dinner at my parents', where we discovered mysterious red rash all over his body. This led to a phone call to 1177 (medical advisory) where they suspected it might be scarlet fever. This in turn led to a call to the E&A. No waiting time they said, so come straight down so we can have a look at the red rash.
We arrive and find only 2 other in the waiting room. 1,5 hours later we still haven't as much as seen a doctor, the suspicious rash has nearly vanished or moved to other parts of the body, and Andrew has well and truly had it with the waiting room. We pack up the little fella' and return to my parents', more than a little annoyed.
A bath for Andrew, and a sauna for the parents and the peace of mind has returned.
Back at home, a nice bottle of välling had and the bedtime stories read - and then the grande finale consisting of välling and dried fruit. On return.
While I clean the bed and the bathroom floor, I hear Liam coming back in from shovelling the snow, coughing and then do what his son had just done. Only difference, daddy stayed away from the bed.
Can't this coughing, puking and general being sick just be over and done with? Please?
Bad i badkar för liten, bastu för litens föräldrar, och friden har infunnit sig igen.
Hemma igen, en flaska välling intagen och nattning pågår och då kommer kvällens grande final i form av välling och torkad frukt. På retur.
Medan jag skurar rent säng och badrumsgolv hör jag maken hosta en trappa ner, och sen upprepa Andrews slutscen. Dock inte i någon säng.
Kan det inte bara vara färdighostat, -kräkts och -sjukat, snälla??
Finally a fairly perky son! We were expecting visitors, but that never happened. Really wet and heavy snow falling all through the day. Lovely and white, but weighs an absolute ton to shovel.
Dinner at my parents', where we discovered mysterious red rash all over his body. This led to a phone call to 1177 (medical advisory) where they suspected it might be scarlet fever. This in turn led to a call to the E&A. No waiting time they said, so come straight down so we can have a look at the red rash.
We arrive and find only 2 other in the waiting room. 1,5 hours later we still haven't as much as seen a doctor, the suspicious rash has nearly vanished or moved to other parts of the body, and Andrew has well and truly had it with the waiting room. We pack up the little fella' and return to my parents', more than a little annoyed.
A bath for Andrew, and a sauna for the parents and the peace of mind has returned.
Back at home, a nice bottle of välling had and the bedtime stories read - and then the grande finale consisting of välling and dried fruit. On return.
While I clean the bed and the bathroom floor, I hear Liam coming back in from shovelling the snow, coughing and then do what his son had just done. Only difference, daddy stayed away from the bed.
Can't this coughing, puking and general being sick just be over and done with? Please?
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