The phone call last night came much earlier than anticipated - around 9pm, so I was able to dash off the 15 or so miles to the hospital and fetch the Tamiflu for her.
Having said that, I am not that impressed now that I have read the leaflet inside. The YFG is 10 next month, and weighs about 35kg, but the dose she has been given, according to said leaflet, is for a child weighing less than 15kg. How many 10 year olds weigh 2.5 stone? I am not going through the hell of the phone calls again to see why this has been prescribed, so I'll contact our own doctors on Monday. Hopefully she will have managed to take some by then; it says that it is best tolerated by the stomach if it is taken with food, but she is struggling to eat anything this morning, so we haven't been able to give her a dose yet. I don't want to add an upset stomach to her list of woes, so I am being a little cautious with it. I know I have to get a dose into her today, though, so I am wracking my brains to think of something to tempt her with in the food line.
On a positive note, she slept through the night until 6am, when a dream about things crashing in the universe woke her up. She has dozed again for a while until we got up at 8am. Now she is ensconced on the sofa, in command of the tv remote and cuddled under a duvet.
Thanks to GTM for her good wishes - much appreciated. I have cancelled the week ahead in terms of going places/appointments so that we can concentrate on getting better.
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