Posted on Monday, September 7, 2009
in Family, Rantings
Murphy’s Law really stuck it in and broke it off tonight.
Laughingboy has a feeding machine. He needs it because occasionally when I fed him by mouth in the olden days he would choke and turn blue, especially where giggles were involved, or distracting lights, or the need to shout took over. I could not explain to the kid that we only have one hole with which to shout and eat, hence the two cannot be done together, so we built him a stomach extension instead and fed him that way.
I took the bloody thing for granted, didn’t I?
I hooked him up after school, filled his feed bag with yummy Paediasure, set the dose rate and time, and pressed the big red button. Denied. I switched it off and on again, and pressed the big red button once more. Big flashy negative red letters razzed at me without a flicker of sympathy. Undeniably denied. I detached the clip at its side and peered at its innards, at which point a piece of broken plastic fell out. I said some very rude words and Laughingboy laughed. It’s well for some.
K8 always has a back-up plan! Yes! In my crafty days back at the hospital when I had become but a shadow in the corridors, I had managed to steal a spare machine for this very occasion! I laughed heartily as I unwrapped it. I loaded it up and pressed the big red button. I got an ‘Internal Circuit Problem‘ alarm in big red letters immediately.
I am spending my evening injecting fluid into Laughingboy’s gut at a rate of one 5ml syringe every ten minutes until his quota of 300mls has been absorbed. It’ll be a Long. Night.
Meanwhile Laughingboy laughs. He knows there will be no school for the next 28 working days and he won’t have to fake so much as a raised eyebrow towards the cause. Fuck Murphy and his laws I say. Right up the Jacksie.