Purple Dragon

I have just sat and read thru the Wikipedia entries for pigeon and funnel chests and scared myself half to death.

I can cope if she has to wear a chest brace, but I think I shall have a breakdown if she has to have surgery to insert metal bars into her chest.

Jesus. She's only tiny.

The Good

We think we might have found a care home about 6 miles away from me that would be good for my sister. If we have, then we can either get on the waiting list or maybe even get a placement (not really likely, I know!) and then we can have Sue moved up here. I can visit her practically every day (which is not something I can do more than once a year just now), which will take a lot of pressure off my Mum and perhaps even be good for Sue. If she gets regular visitors, family, then it might bring her out of herself a wee bit. I am going to visit there tomorrow and check it out.

My hopes are high.

The Bad

Rachel had to go to the Dr this morning. She has a strange shaped chest, but it has never really been anything interesting, but of late it has been noticable and she won't let me touch it. She winces and pulls away, but denies that it hurts her. Perhaps it just feels weird. The Dr says he has never seen anything like it before. Apparently she has a pigeon chest at the top and a funnel chest below it. He's never seen the two together, and he has never seen either occurence in someone so young. She is being referred to a Paediatric Surgeon to get looked at. He doesn't think it is a problem, but it is better, apparently, to get it seen.

The Ugly

Head lice have reared their ugly heads here again. Nice. So we are all sitting here this evening with sticky heads, smelling horrid. The only good bit about it is that we can get the gunk to kill the wee beasties for nothing on the Minor Ailments Scheme.