I’ve always been a worrier but since becoming a parent, my worry level has increased 1,000-fold. Normal, I guess …
But I’ve just had a sleepless night full of visions of you-don’t-even-want-me-to-go there scenarios.
Will has had a ‘stiff neck’ for several weeks now. I first noticed that he was moving his head from side to side oddly a while back and asked him what was going on with it. He said it just felt stiff.
I put it down to the ridiculously heavy school rucksacks the kids carry round all day (over 30 lbs some days), and hoped that the stiff neck would improve while we were on holiday for a fortnight. Unfortunately, it didn’t improve, and I wondered if it was due to constantly looking down at the iPhone screen, so I told him to hold it up in front of him rather than look down.
Anyway, when I picked him up from school last night, he was in agony with his neck and said it had felt really bad since morning break. I phoned the doctor and got an emergency appointment, which Ashley took him to at 5.40 last night (the surgery is opposite Ashley’s office, conveniently).
The doctor checked him over, said the problem was muscular, to rest it for a couple of days and take some Ibuprofen if necessary. She said there was a ‘strong possibility’ that it’s been caused by the school bag.
While the doctor was checking Will over, however, she noticed that one of his pupils was larger than the other, and said that it is extremely unusual. She recommended taking Will to the optician and if they don’t find anything to ring her back and she would refer him to a specialist.
Now I’ve watched enough medical TV programmes to know that oddly sized pupils can point firmly in the direction of neurological problems, and when Will and Ashley arrived home from the Doctor’s and told me what she’d said, being me, I immediately googled it to confirm my thoughts.
I wish I hadn’t.
I have now spent a sleepless night worrying myself insensible and checking William to ensure he’s still breathing every couple of hours. I actually feel physically sick this morning.
I’m having to wait in this morning for a man to mend the dishwasher, so Ashley’s dropping Will into school and going to speak to his form teacher about the heavy bag/neck situation, then rushing off to the opticians when it opens to try and get an urgent appointment to have the pupil looked at.
Fingers crossed it’s nothing serious.