Last week, I wrote about how I picture my son’s Type 1 Diabetes as an egg.
My boy’s egg nearly smashed today and I’ve never been so scared in my life.
There’s no point in rehashing the smaller details but those in charge of a school excursion did not follow protocols: management plans were not followed, phone calls were not made, all of which resulted in one sick little man. My heart is sore for him tonight!
He is home, he is fine and the mother hen in me has ‘sorted out’ (think female Billy Connolly in a seething rage) the school, and it should never happen again. Education will be put in place very soon, people will learn from this. I have to see that as a positive.