Vega is back in hospital. seriously, this is not a joke… she ran a fever last night and i kept her home for as long as i thought was reasonable but the fever just didn’t go. Ray took her in this morning while i did the school run and the care plan meeting. the meeting went fine and Vega and Ray were fine at kings too. of course she was admitted and first line antibiotics were started. as so often, once she arrived in the hospital her temperature was down. it has remained down and she seems well enough. i am at home and Ray is with her tonight. i need some sleep after being up most of last night monitoring Vega’s temperature. i felt like crying this morning. this is just absolutely ridiculous and although we are managing it is becoming increasingly unmanageable.
Ray had to take another day off work, i am calling in yet more babysitting favours from friends and i have only just managed to finish tidying and cleaning the flat, doing the laundry and filled the fridge with new groceries. it is so frustrating, never mind the accompanying worries about Vega’s well being.
this will stop one day, i know, but right now i feel seriously out of puff. no steam left in the engine.
i am going to bed, hoping that i feel better tomorrow.