When I first saw Lizzie yesterday I was slightly alarmed, because I thought someone must have broken into the house during the night and smacked her between the eyes with a cricket bat. I said to her – your peripheral vision must be pretty good at the moment.
Turns out she has glandular fever. She’s happy about having a few days off work. Not so happy about the two week alcohol ban.
She first found three little lumps on her neck last friday. Why do kids always get sick on a friday. Any other week day and you can give them a panadol and say – we’ll see how you feel in the morning. But friday could either mean a long wait until monday when the doctor opens again or a possible visit to casualty over the weekend.
But we waited because she wanted to and she’s 18 now so can decide things like that.
And on Monday morning I said to her – your eyes look funny. They’re swollen. And she said – no they’re not, they’re just tired. And I said – no, have you got conjunctivitis or something and she gave me her cranky voice and told me to shut up and there was nothing wrong with her eyes. So when we got to the doctor I said – and there’s something wrong with her eyes and Lizzie said – no there’s not. Anyway the doctor sent her for blood tests and we had to wait until Tuesday to do them because she had to have been fasting overnight. And when we were walking into the hospital I said to Lizzie – there’s definitely something wrong with your eyes. And she said – Jane, if you say one more thing about my eyes I’m going to punch you in the face. Well, I said, I’m just concerned.
So then she comes out the next day with this massive swollen face and a gland on her neck the size of a tennis ball. You know at the top of your nose how you have the little indent curve bit that goes to your inner eye corner? Well hers was gone. She was just flat from her eyebrow to her cheek.
And I said – So I guess now’s not a good time to say – I told you there was something wrong with your eyes.