Monday 26th February

I have two poorly patients. Husband is doubly afflicted with a sore shoulder and a sickness bug. I am concerned that he catches every bug doing the rounds. I think it must be a combination of tube air and office air -ugh. Monkey Boy has an horrendous sounding cough. I took him to the Doctors about 10 days ago only to be told "no he's fine, just a cough". It seems to be worsening and I am always incredibly anxious that it will trigger an asthma attack. I'm touching wood as I write because so far this winter, so good and no horrible frantic trips to the local A&E. The bark like cough sounds dreadful, I wince if he does it in public as I imagine people will assume I am negligent in some respect.
Back from the Doctors. Monkey seems to think that it is some sort of treat! He grew impatient to leave the house, saying "I go to see Doctor now" and really charmed the pants off her when she was listening to his chest. Apparently he has croup which he's had before and ended up being nebulised in hospital for. I have given him all his medication and I pray he copes and we don't end up in a scramble to A&E in the middle of the night. I've even put his humidifier on in the hope the steam alleviates it a bit.
I am half heartedly watching that dreadful 'soft' current affairs programme on ITV while eatnig my 'meal for one' which is homemade flapjack. It's all about an 8 year old who is obese. I couldn't help noticing that even in the photos on the mantlepiece he's got a can of Coke in his hand! I also noticed that his Granny's surname is 'Bake'. Ahh, now there's a nice shot of his Mum smoking a fag while tending the deep fat fryer - makes sense when you see it in this context. Poor child, I feel really sad for him. I should know, I was an overweight child and although I might have lost weight, the pyschological scars are huge. I still have 'issues' about food too. I'm don't have an eating disorder but my relationship with food is definitely awkward.