A&E/ER

So… I’ve just got back home from A&E/ER.

Max thought it would be a good idea to shove part of a toy up his left nostril – whilst we were watching TV, waiting for his new craze, Power Rangers, Dino Supercharge.

I power-walked like crazy to the hospital, as it was quicker than calling a cab/taxi, ambulance, or waiting for public transport. Even if I did have a car, there would be nowhere to park, or the the car park at the hospital would be extortionate.

By the time we got to the hospital, I was an emotional wreck, and burst into tears as I was talking to the nurse. Max on the other hand, was saying “Don’t cry mummy, I’m OK. It’s alright”. Shame on me.

Anyway, Max was telling the doctor not to touch him, or he’ll call the police, and that he should leave me alone, because I’m his mummy. My very own bodyguard! To cut a long story short, I would have had to go to a different hospital tomorrow to have the part removed if they didn’t try today. Oh, hell no. So, I told the hospital staff that we were going to have to do a take down on Little Yum-Yum. The thought of spending all day in hospital was a no-no! It took two nurses and myself to hold him down, and a doctor to take the part of the toy out with a tweezers. The doctor got a telling off for going against Max’s wishes. In Max’s own words “You didn’t listen to me. I told you to leave me alone”.

Fortunately, all is now well.

We left just before 3.00 pm and were gone for approximately two and a half hours. We were there for as long as we were because Max refused to be touched. Man, this child can talk for Britain.

I am so grateful for the NHS and its staff.

I will destroy anyone verbally, who dares to put the NHS down; a system we are so fortunate to have. Staff are amazing and patient. Care is outstanding.

They are second to none. ❤

Surgery Complete

Thankfully, it went well yesterday.

Now the anaesthesia has worn off, I am experiencing some pain, but I am trying to grit my teeth and get on with it. The surgeon was not impressed with me that I had not arranged for someone to collect Max from preschool, but instead, was going to pick him up myself. I am supposed to take it easy as it will take approximately two to four weeks to heal. Thing is, I had not seen my son since 6.40 am that morning, and was missing him real bad. I told the surgeon that I was up and about just one day after I had a caesarean, so I will be fine. Besides, what he does not know, is that my ex-husband smacked me about just a few days after – so much so, I thought the stitches from the caesarean had burst. If I can survive that level of excruciating pain, I can survive this. I do understand and appreciate his concerns though.

With swollen knees, these are the fabulously fashionable (not!) socks I have to wear for two to four weeks to prevent deep vein thrombosis (DVT). Unfortunately, none of my clothing covers this amount of ugly!

Anyway, I hope everyone is OK.

Love P. x

So, There I was in Hospital…

I broke my little toe! I stubbed it at home on May 27th, whilst running around trying to get ready, but didn’t realise it was broken. In agony, but determined to do all I had planned, I continued for six weeks until it swelled.

I finally went to the doctor about it yesterday, who sent me to the hospital for an x-ray (and a blood test to determine my iron levels), but not before giving me ‘that look’. Yes, I know I should have gone earlier, but I was too busy being a single mother and trying to look fabulous at the same time! 😀

I was freaking out about the needle (I really hate them!), and was even telling the nurse that I could feel the needle in my arm – even though she showed me that it wasn’t even out of the packaging! I gripped the chair with all my might, gritted my teeth, acting as if it was the end of the world. *palm face*. Gosh, when am I going to get over this fear? It’s rather embarrassing. But the nurse was fantastic. I didn’t even feel it pierce my skin.

Anyway, my Munchkin Max is still keeping me busy, but still making me smile.

I hope everyone is having/has had a wonderful day. ❤

Mummy, Mummy…

This was my little boy Max on Friday just before I rushed him to A&E/ ER.

He was throwing up for an hour before I managed to get him out of the house – but not before dressing him and him being sick all over his clothes and coat, so I had to change him again.

However, on the morning of Friday 26th December, I noticed he was struggling to smile. (Although he was sick, he still tried! ❤ ).

My baby was barely moving. His lips had a hint of blue to them.

I burst into tears. He faintly said “mummy, mummy…”, reaching out to me to give me a cuddle, to cheer me up.

According to the doctor, he had been sick for a week. Something I did not notice, as he was his usual, cheerful self, running around like crazy. He was eating, drinking water and juice ~ everything seemed normal. How was I to know? It was so upsetting not to be able to realise what was going on, but there were no signs. This day was the worst of it, and I was told he should be well in no time.

It was airborne. I wish people would cover their frigging mouths when coughing and sneezing. This is the sort of shit that happens when they don’t. This is why I let it rip to those whom I catch spreading their germs.

Should he ‘pass’ or throw up again I was given Dioralyte to add to 200ml of water, which replaces body fluids  and salts lost during illness. Max hates it and refuses to drink it, adding a very firm “No” to throwing the cup away.

Needless to say, he has me running around after him again, telling me off if he thinks I’m not doing something the way he thinks it should be done.

I am so relieved he is well again.

My sweet little angel. ❤