I left him at 6pm with a sandwich, drink and a bar of chocolate. They thought they had a diagnosis and I needed to get DS home.
Its midnight and he's still in A+E, hooked up to an antibiotic drip that still has a while to go. The diagnosis is looking shaky and they're waiting for more results. He hasn't been admitted.
Is this where we have got to now? Being treated in the middle of the waiting room with no access to food and no privacy whilst you feel like shit? All the while the car payment creeping up?
I don't want to go back with DS now - he found it pretty alarming this afternoon, never mind in the middle of the night - and I've no one to leave him with.
Sorry - I'm worried and I want to rant. I just can't believe the indignity of it all.