Gavin: Infectious behaviour

Today the infectious diseases team decided that Sonny wasn't contagious anymore and took down the sign on his door. This means, if he feels up for it, he can go for a ride around the ward. What it doesn't mean is that he's infection free, just that he's making less snot or whatever to spray over some other kid. I've told Sonny that if we go for x-rays I'll probably say he still is a risk as you get seen a lot quicker.

Zoe: Stake Out

I'm delighted to report that Sonny had a much more comfortable day today. He has been awake for most of the day and his temperature was even normal once or twice but don't get too excited its been off the scale a few times too. However, he ignored his teacher while racking up a hi-score of 103 playing zombie cricket to my sad 38, opened parcels (nice one thank you Rob) watched a repeat of Soccer AM and sat through a rather limp DVD called Big Daddy starring Adam Sandler while the medicine to clear his glandular fever slowly dripped in - the best day we've had for weeks really.

Meanwhile, Gav and I were still rather anxious following yesterday's cock-up. Nobody seemed to be able to tell us much up here so I played detective and tracked Sonny's consultant down, waiting for him to finish his clinic in a rather swish private wing of the hospital to make sure we had some answers today. Turns out it was cancelled because the theatre he was due to have the procedure in was too basic for someone with his complications but it would have been nice for them to tell somebody looking after him. Our consultant was still jolly cross and pardoned his French of yesterday and is trying to get him on the list tomorrow. The nurses were rather wide eyed when they found out where I'd been but I gave a wink to the kind one who had tipped me off.

Gavin: The bedside blog

Not much happened since yesterday to be honest. Sonny still switching between the odd smile and chat about his birthday celebrations to a 40+ temperature. They seem to have levelled things out a bit with pethidine every 2 hours in between the paracetamol - which helps. He had low counts last night (fairly normal for a kid in his position) so they gave him his first bag of blood to top up whatever was lacking. He was nervous, queezy and a bit scared (he didn't like the idea of someone else's blood in him, fair enough I reckon) but as with all these things, after it had gone in and he realised it hadn't turned him into the Hulk, he was much happier. The next one will be a breeze...