Categories: medical-adventures
Date: 25 October 2008 16:23:46
(Well, you could, but no-one would believe you.)
Three weeks ago: Ginger spent one night on the children's ward of our local hospital becuase of a rather nasty cough - we have to be very careful of her with chest infections etc because of her heart, also there's also the risk that she's aspirated her feed.* So there were chest x-rays and whatnot.
Two weeks ago: Ginger spent two nights on the children's cardiac ward of UHW in Cardiff, due to having a rather alarming 'going blue' episode. This is an occupational hazard of her particular heart condition, and I must admit that the outpatients department of a large hospital during a routine appointment is not a bad place to have your first cyanotic spell, if you must have one.
Last week: Ginger spent one night on the children's ward of our local hospital due to a nasty attack of gastroenteritis. She wasn't desperately poorly, but they did put her on two-hourly feeds overnight, at which point I pretty much said 'you crack on then, I'm going home for a bottle of wine'. I mean, they are paid to be awake all night. I'm not. (Heartless, moi?) She's much better now, although I am still regularly covered in vomit and dealing with nappies of dooooooooooooooom.
Today: Groover, who I can only assume wants in on the hospital action, manages to go all drowsy and woozy after a clash of heads with another child, and is currently in A&E with mr b.
All I can say is I am heartily glad that parking is now free at our local hospital.
* I don't think I've explained about Ginger's feeding, but we'll leave Birdie's Adventures With Naso-gastric Tubes for another time, shall we?