It’s been an interesting couple of days. I got a letter on Monday telling me off for not having done Master One’s immunisations. Immunisations? thinks I. Not due until 18 months! Um, no. Twelve months. Oops. So yesterday I got him an appointment and he got his needles. Poor bugger – three jabs, ouchies. He’s also got the bloody cough back (doc yesterday said his chest was clear, so it’s just a little cold) and had a run in with conjunctivitis on the weekend (treated quickly!). We knock ’em round these bubs!
Then today, we’re back at the doctor’s again, this time for Master Eight who was knocked over playing handball at school (non-contact sport, what?) and banged his head. He was pretty out of it so the school called me. No blood though! Doctor diagnosed a very mild concussion and prescribed panadol and a sleep. Worked like a charm and though he still has a sore head, he’s fine now. He doesn’t remember what happened, which bothers him, and I was interested to realise he didn’t remember some of the conversation we had driving to the doctor. Hopefully he’s back to normal tomorrow.
Miss Five is all good 🙂