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I've been busy all week taking care of my son Neil as he has been suffering with fever for the last seven days. I noticed that he had high fever on Friday night. I took him to see our neighbour Dr. Shivani who is an experienced paediatrician. After examination, she informed me that his throat and tonsils were very congested and wrote a prescription for some regular medicines, the usual antibiotics, syrup and paracetamol. I was quite astounded. It is obvious that Neil had been suffering with his throat for some time but had not complained at all.

I had noticed that he had been under performing in school and that he was mislaying schoolbooks and copies. Obviously he had been perturbed about something. Well, some tests were coming up! By Sunday night, his fever was still raging. We saw the doctor again. She changed the medication. But by Tuesday, no relief was in sight. So the doctor ordered that some investigative tests should be done and that Neil should start getting some injections.

The tests were carried out, the results have come in, and thank God it seems that it is nothing more than some bacterial infection. Neil is responding well to the antibiotics but raging fever for six days and a diminished appetite have left him very weak. We'll try to build him up with some good food and tonics.

Yash, my husband, hasn't gone into work all week and our lives have been turned upside down. It is good that Neil wasn't hospitalised and could have all his treatment at home. We really are blessed to have Dr. Shivani living right beside us.

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  1. hope you have a good day!

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  2. Oh bless him. To feel poorly and not complain. What a brave boy. So sorry to hear you've had such a traumatic week and I hope he gets better very soon.

    It's tough being a mum at times isn't it?

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  3. It is more difficult to watch our children while they are ill, than to be ill ourselves. I am glad Neil is on the men now. You take care.

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  4. I hope he gets well soon and gets back on the horse, so to speak !

    I read your about me and was very impressed by it ... Hope to see more of you around :)

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  5. Several years ago my eldest daughter kept an earache from us, until finally her eardrum burst! I recall sitting on the couch, her body next to mine, feeling her wince, squeezing my hand. Why she didn't say anything is something I will always wonder. She was about 14 at the time, probably thought it would go away...

    My prayers are with Neil, and you all!

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  6. Wow, been catching up with all your posts and very impressed! Well done for making the transition from Ireland to India, can't have been easy.

    Take care, I'll keep reading :)

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  7. How stressful this must be for your whole family. I'm glad that Neil will be ok and that your husband is there to help you out. I'll keep you all in my thoughts.

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  8. Oh gosh, you certainly have your hands full! I recall those days of endless homework all too well - I used to claim the teachers set it as much for the parent, as they did for the children. With four all less than a year apart, it would take at least a couple of hours each evening to get round everyone. Exhausting, especially when the little darlings fought against doing it tooth and nail!

    There is hope, I never need to encourage them to hit the books now, they are pretty self-motivated now they are in their teens - just wait, you'll see..

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