I have been really, really shit of late. Looking at the blog, I don’t think I’ve blogged properly since… erm… September I think.
How shit is that? Actually don’t answer that – I know how shit it is.
So here’s a quick run down on what’s been going on Chez Cherry Red:
First there was The Trade In
I finally traded in my shitty
road boat of a car Chrysler for something that didn’t bleed me dry every 6 days…. A Micra.
A shiny, bright red, 1.2 Micra.
When I was looking at getting a new car it needed to fit the following criteria:
* It had to have 5 doors
* The Girl had to have plenty of room in the back
* It had to be economical round town
The Micra ticks all the right boxes and I love it. Actually, I loved it at the time but that’s another post. I’m grateful for it if I’m honest – it’s saved me £150 a month in petrol. That’s gotta count for something surely!??
Then there was The Operation.
The Girl had her tonsils out. Not gonna lie, that week was the worst week of my fucking life. Horrific is the only way to describe it.
Her operation was scheduled for 17th and she had to be in the hospital by midday which was fine but I really struggled with was not letting her have anything to eat or drink after 7am – especially as didn’t go down for surgery until nearly 5pm by which time my nerves were screwed.
Anyway, surgery went “as expected” and she was back on the ward within 40 minutes and she was as miserable as sin. Which is fair enough I think when you’re a) 5 years old and b) forced to wake up after being drugged to go to sleep.
She was discharged the following morning and I was given strict instructions to make sure she ate normally and drank plenty.
Yeah right – like that was going to happen. Anyone who’s had their tonsils out know how painful it is so getting a whingy, whiny, miserable 5 year old to eat toast and normal food was near impossible but she did manage to eat some foods.
Didn’t do any good though – by Friday the infection in her throat had gotten so bad I had to rush her into A&E where she was readmitted because the infection in her throat was so severe she smelt like rotten flesh and the whole back of her throat was green.
It was disgusting.
I want to tell you that I was a model mum and that at no time did I lose my patience with the medical staff but that.. that would be a lie.
For one, I believed she’d been sent home too early and I told the consultant exactly that. I got no reaction from him at all which did nothing for my mood.
Then there are the ‘protocols’. Don’t get me wrong, the nurses were brilliant but I was very tired, very worried and The Girl was really ill and some of their rules are just really fucking stupid.
Take for example the one about checking. You know the one – it says nurses have to constantly check their patient hasn’t morphed into someone else in a short space of time.
The Girl had a catheter because she needed IV antibiotics every two hours.
Now, getting The Girl to tell the nurses her name and date of birth during the day was fine, but what wasn’t fine was the need to wake her up every 2 hours THROUGH THE GOD DAMN night?? I don’t get it? She was the same girl at 1am that she was at 11pm. And the same girl at 3am that she was at 1am!? It was just ridiculous.
But what really, really fucked me off was the fact that the nurse had the gall to complain in the morning that The Girl was miserable and cried a lot. WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU EXPECT!?!? I found myself asking her what she expected of a 5 year old that was unwell and had been woken up every 2 hours through the night. I think I asked her how she’d have felt if she were the one being disturbed.
Not my finest hour I admit, but still…..
Shit all to report.
My 80 year old Nan fell, broke her nose, ripped her leg open to the bone and needed over 40 stitches to repair it.
So there you go.
That kind of brings us up to date.
Got loads more to blog about but for now… I think that’ll do.