An afternoon at the Royal Bournemouth General Hospital wasn’t top of our summer holiday activity list, but Tin Box Tot had other plans.
One day into our family break at the end of September she started to develop a rash. The next morning this was joined by red blotches that turned into puss filled spots. That’s right, chicken pox had landed.
Under some circumstances this would have been great. I know plenty of parents keen to get the pox done and dusted before the age of two. However, we were at a wedding when the angry little blighters really started to show and miles away from home. So the next day – a Sunday – we set off from Tin Box to find a pharmacy to try to confirm our suspicions.
After passing several closed chemists, we found ourselves at a Tesco superstore where the pharmacist was keen to sell us Piriton and Calpol. However he said we should get a diagnosis from a doctor. Hence our trip to the out of hours surgery at the Royal Bournemouth, where the pox was confirmed.
On the upside TBT had it pretty mild and wasn’t too itchy. We also didn’t need to take time off work to keep her out of nursery. In fact, the whole thing didn’t turn out too bad at all. I just hope everyone at that wedding had already had chicken pox!
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