Kiwi's Not For Boys!!!!

Well the Little King's last day didn't turn out quite the way we expected, nor has it actually turned out to be his last day!

We woke early as we decided that we would finish the last of the case packing just before we left the house, we would then spend the day in Paphos until it was time for check-in around 3pm give or take, so I was up first and organised the hound, then made breakfast which was the usual smoothy, the Little King emerged from the basement not long after I had put his breakfast in the fridge and preceded to drink it, then it was time to get sun cream on and head out the door, just as we were leaving Little King said 'my eyes are itchy', and we decided he must have gotten sun cream in them and so we got into the car and headed to Limassol for a pair of Samba's for my beloved and then head off to Paphos.

Funny how life has a habit of changing your plans when you least expect them to be changed, just before we hit the roundabout not ten minutes from the house Little King's eyes began to stream, followed very quickly by his nose, luckily for him I had tissue in my bag (Stitch's clean up ones) so I handed them over (yes they were clean), but the fluid kept coming, we made a quick dash to the pharmacy for antihistamines and tissues and headed to the Samba shop, I ran in purchased a pair of 8's and headed back to the car, by which time Little King's right eye had started to resemble a water balloon and his left one was starting to lose the shape of the eye lid, we made the decision to head straight to the hospital which happened to be on the road we were travelling (thank god).  We parked the car right at the doors of casualty and headed in, the nurse took one look at my beautiful swollen child who now had lost the bridge of his nose and whisked him through to a bed and called the doctor, I filled out casualty forms whilst he was given the necessary drugs through an IV tube in the back of his wrist as they couldn't get a vein in his arm, I had to go out to make a phone call to the insurance company and by the time I got back a rash had crept up his shoulders and neck and the throat was starting to close, one injection in the backside required, oh and an icepack to the face, my poor child was beginning to resemble a pin cushion, an overinflated one. The Doctor then came through and told us there was a problem!  I can't even begin to tell you what went through my mind but the problem was that there would be no way he could travel from Cyprus to the UK spending 5 hours on a plane in the condition he was in and he would have to stay in hospital for the next 24 hours, the poor lad then informed the Doc and Nurses that he has tickets to see Eric Clapton on Saturday to which one replied 'I will take your place and send you a video'........

After filling in the necessary paperwork with the cashier and handing over a 500 euro deposit (not sure which limb that entitles me to) we were taken upstairs to a double room to await our single room being vacated by it's current occupant and obviously get scrubbed.  My poor child now is in a quandary he needs to pee, he is hooked up to the IV which is attached to his bed, he can hardly move his wrist which means I have to unhook his IV hand it to him and unbutton his flies, thankfully he could manage everything else himself, well except the buttoning back up again.

My poor Stitchy boy who had travelled with us to the hospital had been collected by the Dark Lord thankfully as I had visions of a BBQ'd hound, even with the windows cracked he would have been tortured it must have been nearly 30 degrees today, so Stitch went off to Kolossi with an old buddy and I was able to concentrate on my swollen child.

Lunch arrived and it was chicken soup, well actually it was a leg of chicken with a bread roll and a bowl of liquid stock, you had to make it into chicken soup yourself, he passed but for supper it was Big Mac meal to go and he woofed the lot.

We have no idea what caused the reaction BUT the one thing we had that was different today was kiwi in our smoothy, now the Little King informed me that a year ago he took some kind of funky reaction to a banana, face swellings and all but never bothered to go to the GP (Men!), I have avoided banana's all week which really isn't a problem for me as I can't stand the things, but having been on google which as we all know is the font of all things truthful it appears there is a connection between banana, kiwi and of all things avocado, all of these things have been off the shopping list for a young student whose main interests have been studying with copious amounts of alcohol thrown in to ease the furrowed brow......and according to the doctor in casualty you can take an allergic reaction to anything at anytime.

I had collected Stitch before I collected the Big Mac and deposited him back at home collected a few things to entertain us in the hospital and headed back, Little King and I played Mancala for a while then had a FaceTime with my beloved who ended up chatting with the crazy nurse who informed him he should come back to Cyprus instead of Saudi, then it was a doctors visit again and we were informed the Little King was stabilised but to remain on the IV and would be discharged first thing in the morning phew. We had a call with Lou Lou who although very concerned could not get the image of Hitch out of her head, or the fact that he was off his face on Benadryl.

HITCH, aka Will Smith

Eventually I headed home around 9pm and let Stitch out for a run around before taking him on a walk round the roads, the poor thing has been from pillar to post today and still loves me as currently he is curled up on my lap. I was offered the put you up bed at the hospital but with my back and a hound at home thought it wise to decline, and my trouper of a son informed me 'Mum I will manage on my own'................................