Febrile Neutropaenia

You know a word means business when it’s got a diphthong. 

Actually it’s a grapheme. But it certainly makes a word a cut above the rest. 

Throw in febrile (much sicker sounding than “a bit of a temperature”), then what you get is some words that are less refined, but a good bit more sinister

Like “hospital admission”, “48 hours of iv antibiotics”, “isolation”.

The antibiotics aren’t even that cool sounding. I suppose the Tazocin might be Tazering little bacteria, but Gentamicin just sounds like sucky sweets, or something out of a hanging basket.

So two days of enforced leisure ensues. Lets face it, that’s pretty welcome in the scheme of things. But it’s very hard to be breaking little kiddies’ hearts, and big husbands’ reserves. And the incessant beeping does take away from the tranquillity somewhat.

The sense of injustice is beginning to creep in. The dreaded Linda Martins. Why me. 

I need to change the soundtrack.