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Well....there was a small panic there. Joanne arrived with the requested thermometer thing from Dr Stu. One of those 'in ear' things that are supposed to be very accurate. Sooo...when you read a temperature of 40.3, things tend to go into overdrive. Poor lil kid was absolutely SOAKED in sweat - even the sheet he was laying on was wet. So there followed frantic phone calls to Dr Stu, followed by a swift trip to Tesco's to buy some Nurofen. We'd been giving him Calpol, but according to Dr Stu its ok to give him Nurofen in between the Calpol doses. Amazing....his temperature dropped within 10 minutes, and he even LOOKED happier! He's still knackered, though. But....he's back in bed and apparently feeling a LOT more comfortable. It's handy, having a doctor in the family :).
His cot is in the back bedroom.......I fancy that tonight there will be only one person in MY bed....I can't see Nell being more than 6 feet away from him tonight. Thats fine - she's more at ease being at hand. That Nurofen is magic....it works on two people at once :).
People, in older days, used to talk about 'fevers' reaching 'crisis' point. Well, I think today was Thomas's crisis. I would not mind betting that tomorrow, he'll still have the cough, and still have the chesty 'hustle'.....and he'll be as right as rain :) . Nevertheless, I'll be checking his temp as and when. Nothing wrong with belts and braces.
OK...moving on. Saw a little story on TV news tonight. Apparently a guy out flying his plane had a stroke in mid-air and was blinded. Called for help (obviously!). And who steps in?....the RAF. They had a guy fly alongside him directing him right into a landing. Which was successful. Great little end-of-news-cheer-everyone-up story....tada!
Only, kids....I was so PROUD of those guys. Sure, I know, I am 50 years removed from all of that now. But once I was a part of it, and once in, never out. It never mattered what service you belonged to, when the chips were down, you were FAMILY. You were probably all too young to remember in detail the Falklands thing.....but you might remember that your dad INSISTED on keeping the teletext newsflash thing on screen. You, in all likelihood, never saw the tears when HMS Sheffield got hit, and equally you never saw the tears for the Welsh regiment, or those for that never to be forgotten moment when some unknown Major, operating a radio, turned to the camera and said 'They've surrendered - bloody MARVELLOUS!'. Its like I said........once in, never out. We Brits do 'esprit de corps' quite well :).
Well, for a day that started out not the best, things have sorta ended up much much better. I really don't got a lot to complain about, do I ?
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