Tom woke up with an eye the size of Greenland this morning, all stuck together with a green gunk that i’m thinking of marketing as a new superglue. It’s left him with the sort of look that would make him a shoe-in to play Ernst Blofeld when they re-cast Bond films with babies.
After redialling the doctors for 15 (fifteen) minutes, I finally got through and was allocated a spot with a nurse practitioner. I don’t think we’ve ever seen a doctor down there, maybe there aren’t any.
Initial thoughts of conjunctivitis were confirmed, although the precise sort of conjunctivitis is still under debate – most likely it’s hay-fever related – his little tear-ducts can’t cope with the pollen and ‘stuff’ in the air reckoned the nurse, here have some eye drops, 4 times a day, come back on Friday if it’s no better.
Now, have you ever tried to give a baby eye-drops? On your own? You need a hand for the bottle, a hand to hold him still and a hand to open his eye. That’s three hands: one more than is usual, even for rural Dorsetshire. It was interesting to say the least, he didn’t seem to mind though. We’ll see what he’s like next time, when he knows what he’s in for.
No music bugs tomorrow though. It was going to be Easter Bunny week too. Bah.
We’ll see what he’s like next time edit: Not happy.
And the time after that: Wouldn’t open his eyes. He’s a bit smart.
