I haven’t figured out yet what to do about blogging. It’s been almost a month, and I must admit it’s been rather nice to have a computer free evening to myself. But it’s also been lonely. There’s a gap in my life where the blog used to be.

And for the record, I’m still bloody knackered. Not blogging hasn’t given me any more spare time to kick back and take it easy. No such luck. I go to bed knackered, I wake up knackered, and in between I stumble about in a sleep deprived daze. So while I’m thinking about what to do with this blog, I’m back online with a brand new post. And by the way, thanks to all of you who said you missed me. I missed me too. And of course I missed you.

Today was another emergency room day. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve been in the ER in the last 15 months. Way more than my fair share. Bunny seems to have a knack for coming a cropper on Sundays. If it was a Monday we could have gone to the regular docs. But no, it’s a Sunday, and so we have to go the ER.

At the entrance, we were stopped and I was asked a bunch of daft questions about how I was feeling, and did I have a sore throat, etc. even though I wasn’t sick.  I obviously gave the wrong answers because the next thing you know I had a mask stuck over my face in case I spread the piggy flu to all and sundry.

It’s bad enough sitting in the emergency room with a squawking baby, with everyone shooting dagger looks at you, thinking: Can’t you quiet that baby What kind of a mother are you? Nevermind sitting there with a bright yellow face mask on, letting everyone know you might have the dreaded lurgy.  

Poor old bunny has been a sickly bickly the last couple of days. I thought it was more teeth coming in (do they ever stop?) then I thought it was allergies (more about this later). He was sleeping worse than usual (hard to believe it can get any worse) and waking up crying and moaning and jerking his body around like he was in pain. Finally this morning he started making horrible little rasping sounds, like he couldn’t breathe, and looking all wide-eyed and frightened like he was caught in the headlights of oncoming traffic. It was awful.

We rushed off to the hospital, me in a complete panic, whereupon we had to wait for HOURS only to be told that they didn’t really know what was wrong with him. His breathing did seem to get better after a while. My theory is that he was screaming so hard it cleared his passages.

They gave him some pink Tylenol liquid which he promptly vomited up all over my new top and jeans, mixed in with the raspberries and blueberries that he’d had for breakfast. It was spectacularly colorful and fragrant.

The doctor looked briefly down one of bunny’s ears (he couldn’t get anywhere near the other, my bunny is a fighter) and said it looked pink and was most likely an ear infection.

Had I noticed bunny pulling his ears at all? he wanted to know.

Well, of course I had doc, but he always does that when he’s knackered.

The RN came in afterwards and told me that the doctor didn’t have a clue what to diagnose, and that they routinely prescribe amoxycillin when they don’t know what’s up. They simply cross their fingers and hope the antibiotics will kill anything and everything that might be causing the symptoms.

Needless to say, what little faith I had in the medical industry is dwindling to a nub these days.

You have to become your own doctor in today’s world, and figure these things out yourself. And yes. I think I’ve figured it out.

Bunny has gluten intolerance. He’s about to become gluten free baby. It’s taken me a month of Sundays to figure it out, but all the pieces of the puzzle are starting to fall into place. I’m not sure if he’s got Celiac’s disease (the more serious version) but for sure he can’t eat anything that has wheat, gluten or dairy in it. It’s going to put a big downer on mealtimes, especially when we have to go out to parties and wotnot. But I can’t tell you what a relief it is to figure this out. I have a handle on things. I can help my poor bunny sleep better. I can help him feel better. It’s all down to the food. And that’s all down to me. At last, something in my control.

I might not be able to figure out blogging, but I’ve got bunny’s health covered.