It's been years

Since my boy was feeling poorly enough to wrap up in a blanket on the sofa.

His school phoned at lunchtime to say that he wasn't well and that they were quite concerned as he seemed really confused and disoriented. He was as well!

Got him home and he went to bed, but shortly afterwards spent a fair amount of time talking to God on the great white telephone.

When he was done, that was when he decided that being snuggled up downstairs was preferable to being upstairs.

Apparently now he feels OK. He has eaten some pasta and bacon this evening and his colour has returned.

Let's see how he is tomorrow.

In terms of pain relief, what the hell do I do as tramadol is not working for me. I am really sore today. 17 days and counting. Tick tock.