I'm tired. My head hurts. My brain seems just seems to be going faster and faster. I'm worrying, as usual.
The other day I cried when Mr E. told me that Dr Jesse didn't give Boy Child a script for an Asthma medication that he has been on since he was 2. Over emotional, much?
Now it sounds irrational but to put it in context, the last time Boy Child stopped taking this preventative medication he ended up at Emergency twice in three days. Given the second time he was already taking Pred (steroid we use for bad asthma exacerbations) I'm not very comfortable that he is off his preventer medication again. Admittedly, it was probably 4 years ago but the regime he has been on since he was 2 has worked for us and the longest visit to Emergency has only been about 5 hours.
I can't remember if I mentioned this to you all, but Boy Child had a number of altercations of another child in his year during last year. Boy Child defended two friends from this boy (whom I will refer to as C) on three seperate occasions and was also punched several times in the head by C in yet another incident. At the end of the year we were told that C would be attending a different school for at least 6 months possibly a year. However, C is now back at school. So far Boy Child hasn't had any contact with C, thankfully. Boy had to make statement to the Police about one of the incidents, I've been a little concerned about C being back at school. So far, so good.
Maybe my worries are all for nothing. I hope so.
This weekend, I'm planning on getting more sleep and spending less time worrying. How about you?