She’s at the grumpy stage.
That’s okay.
It means she’s getting better.
All she wants is to be left alone to colour in.
She doesn’t want to shower or to talk.
She doesn’t want to interact with anyone.
The weekend warrior doctors come.
All they want is to look at her blisters.
She hates that
and frankly,
so do I.
They make random remarks about weekend babysitting
and I loathe them all at once.
They do not know what we have been through.
Ivy is just a case study to them.
They don’t understand that 48 hours of antibiotics is too little and that she will just bounce back days later.
They don’t want to understand.
All of a sudden I miss our paed, with his purple shirts and bad jokes and his sometimes questionable decisions.
At least he knows Ivy.
and at least he understands
that five days here might only buy her 72 hours on the outside.
