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Things are a bit unsettled at the moment. Last week I was sent home from work when my skin decided to scare me and those around me by going ghostly white and then throwing in some alarming red patches.

I was sat at my desk, supping a cup of tea when I felt a pain in my chest. This was followed by a strange sensation, as if I could feel the blood course through my veins. I felt most peculiar. I then noticed the pasty appearance of my hands, topped off with bright red marks on the knuckles; mini human bakewell tarts if you like. Off I trotted to the loo for a more detailed inspection. The red rash had formed a "T" on my face and was covering my neck and forearms. Nothing on the belly.

I went to see the head of my section. A small group gathered, all of them concerned about contamination but all of them closer than office protocol dictates. Head of HR appearrd and gleefully tells me chicken pox and shingles are doing the rounds. A taxi is called to usher me home.

I get in and soon doze off. I later see the doctor who relies on diagnosis 3 "it's a virus". He gives it a sweet sounding name and manages to assure me that there's no point trying to find the trigger as it's like looking for a very small needle in a barn full of hay. Oh, and it may never show again. Or it might come and go as it pleases.

So I have the rest of the week off work. No back to work interview for me.

Then Saturday morning Georgie throws up. Nowt unusual, kids do that. It goes on all day, with projectile poo. Then into Sunday. No sleep as the stomach cramps are hurting her. She wants food and drink but is beginning to associate the pain with ingestion. Sam takes her to the emergency doctor who instructs us to keep up the fluids. No sleep Sunday or Monday night. Sam takes the week off work.

More puke, more poo, more visits to doctors.

She seems to have turned the corner. No more vomitting and the stomach pain seems to have tailed off. She's still a bit mithery and weepy but the old Georgina is coming back.

Fingers crossed.

Everyone is frazzled.

Best go, there's a semi naked child running round singing "poo, poo, 'tinky poo"


posted by kwacky at 7:22 pm