Friday, September 26, 2008

Out(of sorts)patient

Well, today is a day I don't want too many of. And for once I had to put my trivial whinging and complaining aside. My poor first born had a hospital visit. I'd hand him the phone to ring Childline if I were to go into details of why he was in hospital - lets just say he can keep kosher with a clean conscience now...
But the poor little mite...

We were in Tallaght Hospital and they were great I have to say, no complaints (No blobs of poo on the wall like last time...), but to see them anaesthetise my baby (real age 7yrs old.)- who is quite upset - is the stuff of running and hiding in the loos for a big maternal cry.

Okay, I must stop now, he's making a break for the phone...(he's weak, I can probably take him..)

1 comment:

Uiscebot said...

There's nothing worse than a broken carrot. Seriously I hope all is well. I know that childline feeling. I brought my kid skating once, skating into a concussion.