Categories: rusk
Date: 11 November 2008 15:07:55
The roadtrip that Rusk and I went on was lovely, (Daisy, we waved as we passed Slough, but sadly did not have time to stop) but by the time we got back, it was clear that the cold that Rusk was suffering from was worse than the previous ones he has had.
By Monday I had a very miserable boy, too ill even to cry to be picked up - he just sat there whimpering. After a trip to the doctor on Tuesday with Mr F, we discovered it was probably bronchiolitis, and told to go away and come back if it got worse. It did get worse and we spent Thursday up at the local children's hospital after a couple of days getting covered in baby sick. Hmmm hope you aren't reading this as you eat. Perhaps I should have put a warning.
Thankfully, he is more than on the mend now, almost back to his usual sleeping and eating habits and also back at nursery. This of course all coincided with me being ill too. Not seriously, just a cold like I have never seen before. Yuck.
There have been high points of the week too. Rusk insisted on flirting with all the doctors and nurses at the hospital and pretending not to be ill. Thankfully he couldn't keep the facade up for long enough to fool them.
I'm sure I had more to say, but I can't remember any more now and I should be getting on with considering the number 144000.