It’s been a very, very long week here this last week.
Followers on Facebook and Twitter may have seen my neurotic mother tweets on Tuesday as Master Frugal’s temperature climbed up to 39.8 with Calpol hardly bringing it down at all.
We had him to A&E on the morning after a run in with our Doctors receptionist who told me that all appointments were full and if it was that urgent that I should go to A&E – so I did. I was so worried though as he was so hot and just couldn’t stay awake – at one point he was walking back from the toilet and he just sat down and fell asleep! The nurse at A&E was lovely and said that she couldn’t see what was wrong with him as there were no other symptoms other than the temperature and the heat.
She sent us home with the usual instructions and told us that if his temperature got higher (it was 39.1 at the time she measured it) then to call the Doctors straight away.
Typically, it did get higher just after Mr Frugal left for work and when I measured it at 39.8 and I couldn’t get him to wake up properly, I rang the Doctors who told me to take him straight down (clearly a different receptionist to earlier on)!
I’m not joking I was there within five minutes and seen immediately. The Doctor was worried that there were no other visible symptoms but after a really thorough check, she said to take him home and just let him sleep. I was told to keep a close eye on him and if anything at all changed then I had to call NHS Direct straight away.
His temperature stayed high for the rest of the afternoon and then in the early evening he was sick. Lots.
That was me back on the phone to NHS direct who asked me a million questions (not complaining) before passing me to a Doctor straight away instead of arranging a call back like they usually do. He then told us to get him straight down to A&E and made us an appointment there for fifteen minutes time so we wouldn’t have to wait.
This time the Doctor at A&E poked and prodded and jiggled poor Master Frugal about until he cried. He asked him lots of questions and we were there for what seemed like hours. Eventually the Doctor said that although he still couldn’t say what it was, he was almost certain it was any of the big bad things that had been going through my head all day. He reassured me that his temperature had been so high for so long that if there was anything sinister that it would have shown itself by now.
Having said that it was still a concern that he couldn’t say what it was so we were told to check on him every few hours through the night and come back if anything else changed.
He’s almost back to normal now and last night he ate something other than toast for the first time since Tuesday so fingers crossed we’re on the mend although we still have no idea what it was.
And now that he’s back to normal, I may have a chance to catch up on the million and one jobs that clearly aren’t going to do themselves!
