For quite some time I believed I might as well have a permanent bed set up for me in the doctors surgery, as over the past 10 years I seem to have spent an inordinate amount of time there. With a few additional visits to hospital thrown in for good measure. How many parents don’t feel the same? I imagine very few.
We’ve had heads split open, small toys put so far up the nose a general anaesthetic was threatened, coin swallowing, swine flu resulting in temporary inability to walk, and most traumatically an arm stuck in an escalator. Oh and a different emergency services involvement but we’ve also had a whole two fire engines arrive after No. 3 and No 4. sons put a bendy rubber skateboarder figure in the microwave and attempted to cook him. Which I'm sure nearly resulted in us all being poisoned by toxic fumes.
And if my children don’t need to see a doctor then I do, either because I am so tired I am sure there must be some underlying problem (as opposed to 10 years of sleep deprivation?!!), or because I am practically incontinent as a result of carrying not very small twins, or because when asking about contraception I am told I only need it for 5 years as that will see me through to the menopause. I’m 38. That may be just what the doctor ordered but I think I’ll place that order on hold thank you very much.