DS has been ill since mon tea time. Has had fever/chills, sickness, tummy pains, gone white, sad, tired, not sleeping or eating or drinking. Over the week he has got wore instead of better.
Yest DP went to his aunt's funeral, set off in the a.m. got back at 7:40pm. After tea (I madly cooked a roast chicken for us all) and pot washing and drying, DS was sick with bright green bile and a rash appeared on his neck that didn't fade when pressed on.
I rang NHS direct and they said a nurse would ring me back in the hour. DP went to bed as he was pissed and had to be up for work at 4am. He swore if we needed to go to docs he would come with me.
Nurse called me at 10:30pm and told me to go straight to A+E. I had to get a taxi, and woke DP 3 times very loudly and physically to come with me. He stayed in bed.
I spent all last night in A+E and the found ds a bed in children's ward to keep an eye on rash and fever, and dehydration. DP wouldn't answer phone so had to ring sil's house and get her to ring his mobile. He then turned up having drove into town annd bought himself a bottle of coke from vending machine.
I am soo mad with him. I have had enough of his selfish wankerish ways. I have lost respect for him, I really feel we are at the end of the line here.
Sorry for the ramble, thanks if you are still with me.
Doc said last night DS would have to have drip if he didn't start drinking but luckily he did. We got home at noon. DS has antibiotics for tonsilitus which are vile and make him sick. He is crying and guess who is asleep on sofa.