I ended up at the GP After hours clinic with Shelli yesterday....the attending GP turned out to be my old doctor from many years ago, the one who saw me at my worst and sent me to hospital whereapon my recovery began.
He says he thinks the child has Glandular Fever! Which is related to depression!
I will be doing research on that....
and taking her for blood tests tomorrow to my current GP to investigate further.
Poor sick kid is miserable and very sore and the penicillin is unlikely to do anything.
On a different tangent, this doctor has a daughter, who I ended up going to Art School with. She was only 19 at the time and a bit of a wild child. At one stage she was going off the rails and me, being me, sat her down and pointed out the similarities in our selves and where she may end up should she not take stock of her little (6' tall) self.....last I heard of it. I had totally forgotten this until, upon leaving my appointment with her father yesterday, he shook my hand and thanked me for helping his daughter out those few years ago, I had made a difference!
I had to wrack my poor brain to remember....
Goes to show that you do indeed effect other peoples lives in ways you aren't aware of...the ripple effect and all that.
It was nice to know and made me feel pretty good. A nice suprise indeed.
The moral of the story? Random acts of caring may come back and bite you on the bum one day in a nice way, and if not, no matter, you may just make a difference without even knowing it.
Meanwhile, life goes on