Calm

A tricky day at work - 5.5 hours of trawling through a client’s records trying to find and highlight potential glitches caused by their sales software. I find it satisfying but it’s hard.

Last night out on the water with the scouts. Pictured is The Boy with 2 other explorers at the start of the evening.

Around 7.30, The Boy was hit on the head by the boom. His vision went a little blurred but he didn’t say anything until they came off the water.

At 7.50, he was brought to me as his vision was still a bit blurry and wrong. We gave him ice and kept an eye on him. By 8.20 he was feeling dizzy and a bit nauseous so we set off for Treliske.

As we drove there, his speech became slurred and he started to forget stuff - couldn’t remember what lessons he’d had at school, his teacher’s name and so on. 5 minutes from Treliske, he started sobbing and pointing, unable now to speak.

I arrived at A&E in full blown panic. A lovely paramedic helped me get him out of the car, into a chair and into reception. The receptionists booked us in and the wait began.

As we waited (probably no more than half an hour if that), The Boy became very drowsy and it was a struggle to keep him awake. We were called through and he refused to stand up or walk. As I wheeled him into the bay, he vomited spectacularly and suddenly it all felt very scary!

The nurses were incredible, by now The Boy didn’t recognise me, didn’t know where he was and could only say ‘yeah’. A doctor came, assessed and called in the next level. He came, assessed and said he needs a CT, first dr already had one booked.

More vomiting on the way but more lovely, kind staff who took it all in their stride. The CT happened, apparently The Boy did really well and cooperated with a bit of firm instruction - considering how confused he was, he was really very biddable.

Back to our bay to wait, more vomiting (probably another half dozen times - poor lad was empty!) and sleep for him.

Eventually the good news came - no bleed on his brain, ‘just’ a bad concussion - but given the state of him, a night being observed so admission to the children’s ward.

Meanwhile MrRoly was clattering back from Bristol and made it shortly before The Boy was transferred. He walked in just as The Boy recognised me, knew where he was, what day it was and what had happened. His first rational conversation for over 3 hours!!!

We finally made it to our beds around 2.30am. He’s on 2 hourly obs and I feel it’s going to be a fairly sleepless night but at least he’s on the mend!!