Today was meant to be a busy day: P take J to school, P go to Primary school Eucharist service, pick up J at start of his lunch break & take him to piano exam, afterwards go into town centre for bit of shopping & possibly treat for J, go home, piano lesson, dinner, go to 6th form Open Evening at Grammar school.
Instead we're doing none of that. J is asleep on sofa and P and I are propping our eyes open.
Yesterday J said he felt a bit ill but he often does. He went to school and had an early night. About 1.30 am there was a strange sound from his room, a bit like a sea-lion in labour. He was being copiously sick over his bunk. This is a high-level bed which means if you feel queasy a rapid exit is not possible. Various items of clothing and bedding were removed and J had a shower. We tucked him into his sleeping bag on his futon with a bowl and towel next to him.Twenty minutes later he appeared at our door asking for something to help his tummy pain. The next thing we knew he sank to his knees and was violently ill in our doorway - all over the floor and there was nothing we could do except watch. Good job P happened to buy new mop-head yesterday.
There followed several more episodes of sea-lion noises and requests for bowl emptying, all of which P coped with heroically, broken nights not being his forte.
It was obvious this morning that the piano exam wasn't going to happen but P phoned the exam headquarters and they had a vacant slot later in the month so it's been rearranged. Phew.
Hope he soon feels better.
No comments:
Post a Comment