Hosp didn't say anything as it was very busy and by the time we got there he looked 100% fine so we really didn't see the point in sitting around for hours when there was nothing really evidently wrong with him! SO we went home.
I must admit I was very scared (and usually I am pretty chilled out) - first thing I did this morning was strip off his clothes and look for a rash. Film of sweat but no rash.
He has been a bit out of sorts all day.
I feel really in turmoil.
I need to work, we need the money - and I really enjoy my job, same as DH - but between us we have had SO many days off to care for a poorly DS I often wonder if I am doing the right thing by working.
I feel quite guilty and my work are beginning to lose patience with me - I work freelance and I am not there half the time, it doesn't look good, and DH has to work every evening and weekend just to catch up as he has so much time off.
I am just so emotionally drained, for months we have battled with things, DH's best friend dying, the car dying, getting sacked, poorly DS all the time, my Dad is sick, changing nurseries etc etc and I feel world weary, guilty and dare I say it resentful.
Need to win the lottery or emigrate or something. Fresh start.