… and kind, beautiful nurses look trapped, when you cry over ward placement, at that time too.

The princess hardly moved for the whole admission process, waking briefly for cannulation and then again when they swabbed her ears.

It was only me, who remained in a sleepless, helpless land that is somewhere between salvation and hell.

So, here we are, my friends.

I don’t know what to tell you.

I could regale you with stories of surgical nurses mincing around at the thought of an infectious child on their ward

oooh boogety boogety.

I could tell you about  the fear that jumped into my throat at the thought of meningococcal (it’s not, don’t worry)

or I could ask you all to tell of something good that has happened for you lately

because…

well, because I need to hear the positive.

So, indulge me…