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Date: 24 January 2006 21:39:06
... that blows nobody good, or so they say (or is it an ill wind that nobody blows good - no, that's the bassoon). I was on the phone to the hospital this morning, to let them know that Daughter wouldn't be up for an MRI to-morrow, and they said "appointment, what appointment?" She did have a scan on 25th January, 2005, but nothing is currently scheduled for 2006. If it hadn't been for her present illness, we would have turned up on their doorstep to-morrow, and they would have said "but we weren't expecting you."
I think that she's off to sleep now (where would we be without Calpol, or in this case its older sibling SixPlus?) It is just a wee bit ironic to be reading about Peter and John healing a lame man (or being the instruments of his healing), while at the same time silently acknowledging that, in the 21st century, the best that we can do is to tough it out.
Life is mostly about logistics. We have to minimise the disruption to Wife's work, and my work, while doing the best we can to help our children through their illnesses. Though our circumstances were put into perspective as I chatted with my colleague whose son is (hopefully) to be admitted to the Sick Kids this week. Their son has an extremely rare genetic condition, which has caused him to have frequent fits, and to be (as I said before) severely disabled. I understand that he can no longer eat through his mouth, but has a tube going straight into his stomach. And this boy is just about the same age as our daughter. What has happened to the hopes which this couple had eight years ago? Possibly, over the past couple of weeks, he's been affected by the virus which seems to have hit most families hereabouts.
But to-day hasn't been too bad. I ended up having to do some shopping on the way home, and was laden to capacity with carrier bags, struggling on and off buses. As I came out of the shopping centre, I could see my usual bus at the bus stop, which usually means that I've missed it. On this occasion (please forgive me if I include a quick PTL), though, the bus waited until I reached it and got on. Maybe what you'd call a small mercy, but tremendously welcome, I can tell you.