Truly horrendous day today.
We collected DS from school early, because he was distressed and unwell. We called 111 who said he needed “urgent medical attention,” so urgent that an ambulance and out of hours GP wouldn’t be quick enough. Take him to A&E, right now, and tell them we sent you.
2hrs in a side room later, DS was having a completely expected meltdown and the doctor finally comes in. After he’d already arrived at the level of distress that involves hurting me and his dad. Which isn’t a problem in this context, but considering how rarely he does that now was an indication for us of how upset he was.
The doctor refused to examine him. Said that the problem was behavioural and not medical, and that we should take him home. When told we had real concerns about DS health he said “what would you like me to do, he’s not going to allow me to examine him.”
I explained, at length, that the symptoms we’d seen weren’t how my son would express behaviour. Apparently he “sees kids all the time, it’s autistic behaviour.” Nevermind our 9 years of raising that specific child.
So now we’re at home. With no further information, and a takeaway on the way despite having started a diet yesterday.
Very, very frustrating.