Just thought I would throw this one out there. I am currently posting this from a put up bed in chasefarm children's ward. Where my youngest only 10 months old is currently being looked after by some fine young men and women. She seems to have contracted an infection that has resulted in her running temperatures of up to 42 degrees, she had 3 forms of fit that some children can get when they get too hot and she is having a real go at fighting the infection with the aid if intravenous antibiotics and some pain relief to aid keep her temp down.
When she had the first 1 and we had no idea what the hell was happening, I ain't ashamed to say it . I have never been so scared I thought that I was just about to live every parents worst nightmare.
So I thought that seeing as I can't sleep and that there is a real mix of young and old I would ask the question when or what scared you so much that for a moment in time you froze to the spot and didn't know what to do.
We ain't had any more of these fits since weds morning and although poorly still things seem to be going in the right direction , the nhs we have is a wonderful and unique thing and it makes me feel a great sense of well-being that these guys are here for us all they are the true heros amongst us not footballer and tv personalities.
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With you when it comes to the nurses and doctors who work for the NHS. Unsung heroes. Hope your little girl pulls through this as soon as possible. God bless.
Been happening a fair bit in Hull last few weeks as well!
Group of mates lost their massive tv and a 360 + games in the same way! The balls some people have is crazy!
One scary moment that comes to mind for me is that I was out walking along the side of a Waterfall hundreds and hundreds of feet up with my neice Claire.One moment she was by my side the next moment her legs went from under her and she was rolling towards an abyss, it was like dropping the most precious thing imaginable, i hurled myself over rocks and managed to grab hold of her. We made our way back to where the family was picnicing totally shellshocked and my legs cut to pieces by the rocks. The moment of actually catching her was such a huge relief.
Shrew that was one brave thing you did to catch her well-done mate. aliwibble that's the thing she had. scary as anything ask your folks. I wouldn't wish them on anyone especially when they are so young
my little bubs had her 2nd night in here no change high temps but no convulsions since. so we must be winning the fight.
Hope your little un recovers soon.
I'm lucky to of led a fairly scare free life so far, I got robbed of my mobile phone by some druggy holding a house brick over my head (yes I was bricking it before somebody gets that in) when I was a teenager but nothing that really compares to what you are going through.
He thought it was all over but the pilot eventually regained control of the plane and they were OK.
He said he was scared bloody witless!
And the staff are normally fantastic.
Good luck NLA best wishes to you and your little girl.
As for being robbed at home, that's truly awful too. I got pick pocketed a few years back and still get annoyed when I think about it, so how you must feel being roobed in your own home I can only imagine.
Probably the worst was when my weight belt fell off when I was diving (very difficult things to put back on when they've slipped off because if you're holding them in one hand you start spinning, so I lost a grip on it before I could get it on and took the quick way up. Wasn't too deep (less than 60 feet), but I was concious that there was a lot of motorboats zipping about overhead and I didn't have any means to keep me down and was pretty sure that if the propellors didn't slice me up I'd have the bends bubbling about in my blood. Still nothing compared to what you experienced NLA.
For me the scariest was 8 years ago, my wife had a massive brain haemorrhage and as they wheeled her into theatre the consultant said she only had 30% chance of pulling through so we had better say goodbye. Also as she is a nurse she knew the situation. I'm pleased to say she recovered and the scariest time for me was sitting by her bedside, with her out cold and me not being able to do anything except hold her hand. So NLA stick in there, hold her hand and she'll come through.
Two things that stick in my mind are:
1. i was about 15, on a rollercoaster in the States. It was just pulling up the hill before the main drop the the should harness thingy started moving a little more than I would have expected. as it crested the top of the hill I was convinced I was going to die, and for the rest of the ride I don't think I blinked or breathed.
2. was a few months back. My son is growing up and wanting to be a bit more independant so we have started from time to time letting him walk from home to the station to meet me on my way home from work. He takes our dog to give the illusion of safety (if you knew my dog you would know why it is an illusion). I know roughly how long it takes for him to meet me and when on the second of thrid time of doing this he had not turned up by the time I expected him and I could not see him coming down the road the fear was on me. Fearing the worst I called home, heart racing, shouting to the wife where is he. She then revelaed just after I got off the phone with her to tell him I was near home he had misbehaved so she would not let him out. I believe my wife learnt some new words shortly afterwards that are normally only used when I am at the football.
As I said nothing compared to what I have read and my best wishes to NLA and your daughter.
And lets not forget the paramedics and their trainees... they're the dog danglies too... ;-)
Am sure the little lady will be up and back to normal in no time at all NLA. Any idea what her temp is now?
As for most scared I've been, it would be the same reason as yours mate. Coming home from the Valley one night, hearing the Mrs calling me to go upstairs and finding her and Isaac in the bathroom... Mrs sponging down the little man, whose eyes were rolled and limbs twitching. I'd had basic first aid training back then so knew in theory what I needed to do but seeing it actually happen, and to your own flesh and blood, is something completely different. He's had two now and whilst I don't wish a second on your little one, at least you'll know what to do if it happens again (if you dont, I'd be more than happy to go through it with you but I'd hope the hospital staff will do that with you before discharge)
How long was your little one convulsing for? Did she stop of her own accord or did the ambulance crew give any medication to stop it? The bad news is that febrile convulsions can happen until theyre about 5 years old. The good news is that they're generally harmless and have no lasting side effects or cause lasting damage.
must say the nurses and docs were different class.
She had another one last year around this time aswell in school, she just collapsed while playing in the playground due to high temperature again and that was another moment when i had to rush to the school but we were told the year before that it could well happen again so i keep her off now whenever she complains of being ill even the smallest thing, hopefully she doesn't have one this year we are always stocked up on ibuprofen and calpol just incase though, worst experience i have ever been through.
Ive got a story...again its a child, but I'll save it for another time.....believe me mate I know what youre going through.....chin up.
JBlock that's frightening mate, had a few hairy moments in sheffield, couple of punch ups, got burgled myself as well (wasn't in) but nothing on that scale. Hope you and the missus are alright.
The thing that sticks in my mind as being truly scared was when I was about 11 and my little brother was 4. We were at Bewl Water and my Mum and Dad had let me and him through stones into the reservoir whilst they were in the queue for the boat trip. Basically I found a nice stone and showed it to my brother and then threw it in, I turned round to the floor to find another one and when I turned back to the water there was Alex face down in the water as still as anything floating further into the water. My immediate reaction was to go in after him but after running a short way into the water the floor gave way beneath me and I went into panic so what I'd effectively done was cause double the problem luckily my Mum had seen what had happened and had come charging down and saved the pair of us.
I was only a kid but the thought of losing him terrified me (thankfully he doesn't read this board as he'd call me a soppy so and so now). All I remember when everything had returned to normal was Alex saying to me "I went to get your nice stone back for you".