So earlier today I told you all about the geekdaughter being poorly. And I ended my post very considerately letting you know that she’d just been sick, and that I was leaving the geekdaddy to look after her today.
The geekdaughter was still complaining of a headache when I got up this morning, so I suggested to the geekdaddy that he might want to get the doctor to check her out. He agreed that it might be a good idea, and got her booked in for an appointment later in the morning.
I had to travel to my employer’s Leeds office today. A journey which usually takes about an hour and a half, but today decided to take two and a half hours, including a good 45 minutes sitting in stationary traffic less than 3 miles away from my destination. I completely missed one meeting, but at least managed to get in in time for the most important one. It must be said that my nerves were in a somewhat frayed state after the journey, so I’m not sure it went as well as it could have done. Ho hum.
When I got out of the meeting I grabbed my mobile to see if there was a message from the geekdaddy as to how he’d got on at the doctor’s. And yes, there was a message. Four missed calls, one voicemail and three text messages to be exact. Uh oh, not a good sign. So I called him back.
“She’s been referred to the hospital”.
Oh boy. I was confused – she hadn’t looked that ill when I’d left her this morning, and she was definitely better than she had been yesterday, so how come we’d reached the hospital stage? Was it because she has had a couple of febrile convulsions and they were worried about that? No, it turns out that the combination of vomiting and a headache could be a sign of Meningitis and the doctor didn’t want to take any chances.
Now I know a bit about Meningitis, having already had the geekson in hospital with a suspected case when he was just two weeks old (thankfully it turned out not to be). I was reasonably confident the geekdaughter did not have meningitis, given how well she was in herself, but it was still worrying. The geekdaddy told me that he’d got his family to help out looking after the geekson whilst he took the geekdaughter to hospital, so there wasn’t any need for me to head home early. It must be said that during this conversation the geekdaddy was sounding rather stressed, because our experience of hospitals with kids so far has been a lot of hanging around, plus he was worried they might want to keep her in overnight, and he has a pile of work to do!
So I’m stuck, anywhere between an hour and a half and three hours away from home, with a stressed geekdaddy on the end of the phone, me already in a reasonably emotional state due to having not enough sleep last night (I didn’t mention the geekson waking me up at 5.30am did I? *sigh*). Thankfully I have a lovely, kind and understanding boss, and half an hour later I was in the car on my way home. Another horrendous journey (what are all those people DOING on the M60 in the middle of the day?!), and I finally got home.
Thankfully the hospital let the geekdaughter home, they don’t know what is up with her but were convinced that it wasn’t anything dangerous by how awake and active she was.
So tomorrow I plan to be back in my usual office at the usual time. Attempting to cram more hours into the day in order to get everything done! That’s the curse of the working mother.