Scott is fast asleep connected to his pole but no antibiotics yet (grrrrrrr!) and since Im not exactly known for my patience (its a good job Im not Dr Kildare then isnt it - Lorna may be the only one who has a clue what that means) I am on the verge of trotting off and boiling someones bunny.
He is too tired and that is what worries me, tired and no appetite or thirst. I am worried and I dont do stress well. My chest hurts and my head is thumping, it even hurts to look through my eyes.
His temperature has dropped so goodness knows what is going on. I am waiting for the bloodwork to come back, this will either send me into full scale meltdown or will bring a big stupid smile to my face. Scratch that, the nurse has just come in and told me it hasnt even been sent to the lab yet and it was drawn almost 2 hours ago. Blood cultures have been done but final results take 72 hours.
I also have an ache as this will be the first year I havent been able to see my beautiful son off for his first day back at school. It hurts a lot and I am very sorry Derry that I cant be there for you, I'll be thinking of you baby and cant wait to hear all about it and how much school sucks and how nerdy your teachers are and how David gave you a hard time and made you tuck your shirt in. Im sorry Derry, I love you so much and this is breaking my heart. But we'll be back home real soon.
Well thats all for now constant reader (channeling Steven King makes me feel important).