The Paediatric Health Field

So, I’ve complained a lot in the past week or two about my biopsy.  It’s healing nicely, by the way.  However, I have not really said much about Scratch, mostly because those I’ve really wanted to tell whats going on to, I do so over the phone or email.

Scratch hasn’t been well for some time – she’s had a very distended belly, especially after sugar (especially fruit sugars) and other problems that have shown she’s not a well girly…

Right now she is having an Endoscopy and other tubes looking in her in places that give me shivers to think about, quite honestly, as well as a gastric tube being inserted for a barium test tomorrow.

Its difficult, in one part, to know how to tell you what is going on when I don’t fully know it myself.  The doctors, too, are not sure and obviously working towards trying to find out.  All I know is that she is in the right place, where the specialists of the specialisers are and that she is getting the attention she deserves. 

The other part of me worries for MBW, who with her own health problems, is putting herself on the back burner to watch over Scratch. 

So, forgive me if my tweets appear half-in-tune or my facebook is fairly cryptic.  Its not you, its me.

The Aural Disappointment

Ice cream vans – they bring joy to many, sadness to the few who’s lactose intolerance means they regard them as a wind-creator on wheels.  You can guarantee not to find me near an ice cream van as Mr Whippy will leave me feeling rubbish and immobile for an hour.

icecreamvanHowever, my children have found out that these magical vans vend ice cream – I’m blaming their mother.

I have had to educate the children appropriately to counter this.  My friend Bruce had the best idea.

“Blinkity blinkity bongly bong…” sings out the tune of the Frozen Lactose Van.

“Oh,” says one of the three. “It’s the Ice Cream Van!”

“No,” will observe another. “He’s ran out again. I wish he’d come to us first…”