Poor Chuffy is sick. When I spoke to B yesterday afternoon from work, he said 'Nothing to worry about. It's just a virus. He's fine. Doctor's said it was just the flu'. So I didn't panic. Figured it was just one of those things.
When I got home last night, I was so shocked to see my normally vigorous little man slumped on the couch. Red eyes with dark circles. Runny nose. Could barely lift his head to say hello to me.
His temperature started to rise around 7pm. 38.4. 38.7. 39.1 39.5. By this time I was panicking as we had given him Panadol but it was apparently having no effect. And then he vomited, which threw us into a complete panic. B called our doctors and, I swear, their reception staff are useless. The young guy, Joel, said 'None of the doctor's can see him tonight'. B said, rather curtly, 'He's a 3 year old child. He has the flu. He has a temperature of 39.5 and he's vomiting. I need some advice as to whether to ride this out or take him to the emergency room'. Bear in mind that we live in Victoria - swine flu capital - so it's better to be safe than sorry. 'Nothing we can do', replied Joel.
Grrrrr, they'll be getting a complaint letter from me. They advertise as a family clinic where children get priority. That may be the doctor's vision, but it's not translating for their admin staff, apparently.
It was near 8.30pm at this point so we made a decision to sit with Chuff and see how things went. By 11pm, his temperature was still hovering at 39. We woke him up, gave him another dose of Panadol, and, one on either side of him, cuddled him through the night.
I woke up this morning to see a smiling happy face looking at me. Fever has broken - it's back down to 37.2. He's still lethargic, won't get off the couch and it's proving a matter of wills to get him to eat or drink anything bar water. Oh, wait, he just ate a bite of toast. But he's getting better. And that surgery will be getting a letter of complaint from me today. Yes, I'm a very whiny person.
I have started on mushies, albeit two days early. I'm still having two liquid meals a day (Optifast for breakfast, soup for lunch) and then hash browns (chewed until they are liquified) for dinner with tartare sauce. As a result of the additional calories, my weight loss has slowed but not stopped. I'm pleased thrilled to be eating like a normal person again.
Mid week weigh in - oh who am I kidding, I weigh myself everyday. I'm just trying to fool you guys into thinking I'm normal and sane by saying 'mid week' - showed a loss of 1kg so far this week. Which I'm happy with. Let's see if I can up the exercise of the weekend and get more than 1kg.
As for work, well, the less said the better. But I'll still purge because I need to. I apologise in advance is this is a little obtuse and doesn't make entire sense. I came up with an idea for an enterprise wide symposium on risk management, to be held quarterly and supported by a purpose built website. Five months of planning went into it. Yesterday was the official launch. I had all my speakers lined up, a fantastic venue (43rd floor, panoramic views of the city). I was prepared.
Then, yesterday morning, I find out that one of my group managers (I don't report to him, but he's a peer of my group manager) has been bad mouthing the idea to colleagues. This upset me greatly. If he has a problem with the idea, come to me and tell me and I'll try to resolve the problems. But to just bitch behind my back is pathetic and childish. That I found out an our before we were due to go live? I nearly had a breakdown.
And then this pr*ick had the cheek to say to me 'Oh Jane, can't wait for this morning. Really looking forward to it!' Duplicitious arsewipe.
The problem is, I've been steaming ahead in the last year. He has a protege that's the same level as me, but is struggling. So he dislikes anything I do, because it makes his little friend look bad. So he engages in this type of disfunctional behaviour. Crazy, huh?
Anyway, the Symposium went well. We had major technology difficulties (we were running the symposium across three states) and started 15 minutes later. But the content was universally well received. Based on the feedback we got, every attendee liked the idea of the symposium, thought the topics discussed were relevant, and that the presenters presented well.
I mentioned the group manager's remarks to another group manager. He was furious. Said it was entirely unprofessional and, his words, 'pathetic high school behaviour'. So at least I know I have a supporter in him.
So tell me wise ladies, when the main part of the symposium has all gone well, why am I fretting over the technology and this arsehole manager. The group manager role I mentioned a few days ago has now formally been opened for applications. I'm now hoping and praying that the technical difficulties won't jepordise my chances.
The sucky thing is, my main competitors for the role don't put their neck out like I do. They do their job and that's it. Yet, I might get penalised for trying to reach for the stars. It sucks that people will reward someone who does an average job, rather than those that reach even further.
Don't get me wrong, I don't think it failed. But it wasn't perfect. And I know I have someone in the leadership team who hates the idea, albeit for his own, pathetic purposes.
I guess we wait. B and I have always landed on our feet, regardless of how dire circumstances have looked. And, realistically, I have nothing to complain about. We live in a great place. I earn a super salary. I love my job. I have Felix. And I have the support of some truly awesome ladies (here's looking at you Nola, Mrs Woo and Nene). So let's see where it all go.
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