Location: Royal Hospital, Belfast
Time: 07.55am
'So what seems to be the problem here?'
'Well I'm all covered in these lumpy spot things.'
'Hmmmm yes so you are...'
'Do you want to take a look?'
*glances at my legs* 'Hmmm.'
'So what's wrong with me?'
'Ermmmm....' pokes me in the tummy (hard)
'Ow!'
'Did that hurt?'
'Yes, because you poked me...'
'It felt quite tender.'
'Emmm yes'
'Can you touch your shoulders with your head?'
*does so* 'Yes'
'Oh then its not meningitis'
'Right....'
'Although it does look like meningitis. Do you feel sick?'
'Uhuh and my throats really sore.'
'Open up wide and say AHHHHHHHHH'
'AHHHHHHHH'
'Yes its tonsilitus'
'With spots?'
'Oh right em yes. Its mumps.'
'Wouldnt my neck be swollen then?'
'Ah yes...its measles. I think....'
'What should I do?'
'It's too early for me to tell what it is. Go home and get lots of fluids. Come back if it gets worse.'
'Thank you. You've been very helpful.'
So here I sit. Dotty from head to toe and terribly terribly fearful that I am going to miss a week's pay AND the Chalets. Kill me.