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>Todd N° 5,378 (and still going)

>To be honest, this is not Todd’s fault, but as his mum it does touch me deep inside as he lies there, about 800kms (according to the Twat and his mate Google) away in Auvergne.

In hospital.

My son deserves an award for screwing up other people’s lives (albeit temporarily), weekends, days and now, holidays. Including his own. And this time it wasn’t even on purpose – it has to be said, that boy has talent.

PHT, my EX and Todd left for Auvergne at 4am on Saturday morning. Todd was sick during the entire journey and upon arrival had such a bad fever that instead of going to the gite and unpacking they headed for the nearest hospital where Todd was taken in with suspected meningitis. After several blood tests and a stab in his spine (a lumber thingy, I think) and 3 hours of analysis – on a Saturday, good heavens! – meningitis was ruled out so his dad decided to call me.

I’m glad that the Ex hadn’t called me earlier as although I am not one to panic, those 3 hours of waiting for the results must have been hell. I’m not sure what was wrong with him, dehydration – I suspect, but he was hooked up to a drip and spent 2 nights in hospital, bored out of his skull. I managed to speak to him a couple of times, although Todd was slow to answer the phone when I rang him directly at the hospital. He told me it was because he wasn’t sure whose ‘phone was ringing.

He was in a private room.

Todd was finally released last night, much to his dad’s surprise – and to Todd’s relief, no doubt.

I simply hope that the rest of the holiday goes well, that the boy behaves and finds some friends for the coming fortnight.

But really, my son is so talented.

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