well, FUCK.
I was going to make a lovely jolly post today about conquering the floordrobe, and managing to establish some sort of order in our lives... (some sort, I'm still ME you know) but it ain't to be.
My colleague's little boy, all of 16 months old, has had a 7 minute fit. He stopped breathing for ages. She thought he had died. This is the worst fit he's had, and he hasn't had a month without one for almost 6 months. FUCK. It is drastically unpleasant. Considering he has just started his medication which they hoped would control it, this is NOT GOOD. Bollocks. She's only 21 as well. I can't imagine how I would have coped at 21 dealing with something as scary as this.
Urgh. Sorry to reappear on your screen with scary news, but I felt like I had to tell someone, as I mind the phones here. Our business is very family oriented, and my colleague's mum runs the accounts, so she's gone off to A&E as well.
I promise more jolliness tomorrow, honest.
N.
My colleague's little boy, all of 16 months old, has had a 7 minute fit. He stopped breathing for ages. She thought he had died. This is the worst fit he's had, and he hasn't had a month without one for almost 6 months. FUCK. It is drastically unpleasant. Considering he has just started his medication which they hoped would control it, this is NOT GOOD. Bollocks. She's only 21 as well. I can't imagine how I would have coped at 21 dealing with something as scary as this.
Urgh. Sorry to reappear on your screen with scary news, but I felt like I had to tell someone, as I mind the phones here. Our business is very family oriented, and my colleague's mum runs the accounts, so she's gone off to A&E as well.
I promise more jolliness tomorrow, honest.
N.