This is cold season and Meredith is participating with gusto.
One cold rolls into another and Meredith has been a snotty mess for a few
weeks. This week, however, things got more serious. I noticed that she wasn't breathing well on Monday. We phoned NHS Direct for advice and they called an
ambulance. Two trips to the GP and an evening in paediatric Accident and
Emergency later she is much the same but David and I are shattered.
Meredith has bronchiolitis, for which time and patience are
the only treatments. While mostly happy, she is panting like a dog straining at
its lead and coughing like an old smoker. We were told in hospital that her
symptoms could last for another two weeks, which when you’re only twenty six
weeks old is a long time.
All the medical to and fro means that the already slow work
on preparation for the EBook came to a halt this week. But I need to get going
again if I am going to get Wild Rose
out for Christmas. On the one hand I am more than usually exhausted by
sleepless nights waiting to hear her breathe again after a coughing fit, on the
other she is sleeping more during the day. So while I should perhaps be sleeping,
I am (still) reading through the manuscript for one final time.
Reading a novel would be a glorious luxury at the moment.
Somewhat like GCSE or A Level texts, however, when you’re reading under
pressure the enjoyment is less. It will be a relief to finish and get the
manuscript sent off. At that point, I think I’ll have a nap.
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