My relaxing weekend didn’t turn out quite as planned. No1 has had “flu” (diagnosed by the doctor) but over the weekend he deteriorated rapidly. After 11 hours sleep Saturday night he was only awake for an hour yesterday before crashing again. All I could do was return home last night with “call the doctor at 8am tomorrow” ringing in his ears.
He managed to get an appointment for 9:30 and this time they confirmed it was tonsillitis and, miracle of miracles, issued him with antibiotics. But he’s my BABY and he’s MILES AWAY. I wanted to be there with him. So I am very glad that he has got antibiotics and the doctor told him he must stay off work for the week. She sounds like a mother and very wise woman. He is under strict instructions to “eat lots of fruit and vegetables” and “buy Lucozade” and “you know you can take ibuprofen AND paracetamol AND the antibiotics” and “Go to BED”.
Anyway, I felt very tired and down this morning so when MrS texted to say we’d sold the house again already things perked up a bit.