Its taken a while to find the time to write this up, largely due to the fact its took me all week to catch up from events the week prior. I got one of those calls on Thursday morning before the match. I had literally just sat down at work when my phone rang, it was my wife, she hardly ever calls me when I'm at work so I knew something was wrong. JJ had arrived at school in a long paralysis episode and his sats were compromised. The transport team were administering oxygen and an ambulance was en route.
As it was it wasn't that big an event in JJ world, he sleeps every morning after meds so by the time he came round from those he was back to his usual bouncing off the ceiling self. The bad ones he can sleep all day after. So whilst those calls are always scary, at least until we get to see him, this was a relatively run of the mill event for us. So much so I wasn't too concerned about attending the game though I did go and buy another rear view mirror so I can better see him whilst travelling to games.
What they had noted in hospital was a minor temp, which persisted through Friday and on Saturday morning the worst news, my wife called down whilst getting him up in the morning he sounded like he had croup. We still don't know why but on the rare occasions JJ does get ill its almost always develops into croup. It also seems to escalate ridiculously quickly with an inevitable hospital visit and steroids.
So for once in my life I was a grown up, we stayed home watched the rugby and BT's soccer Saturday equivalent and I tried to manage the symptom's, sadly by early evening things were getting worse and the inevitable trip to A&E ensued. A round of steroids bought no change and so an admission was inevitable, cue JJ and I on mattresses on the floor as he has absolutely no concept of keeping himself safe.
3am bought the most hilarious point of any admission I've known. We were in a side room with the door open so they could keep an eye on him, I could here talking, I rolled over no JJ, as you do, I panicked and shot out of bed almost tripping over him and into the ward doctor who was trying to encourage him back to bed, Evidently he had woken and hopped to the limits of the Sat monitor probe and was now entertaining himself by chatting to the doc. I dragged him back into the room and tried to get some sleep which he did finally manage by sleeping on my head. Eventually and only after a considerable amount of begging our release was granted about midnight on Sunday with JJ on the mend but still not 100%, he needed a further 3 days off school to fully recover
Back to the point of this blog and in our absence Haringey edged a tight encounter with Cray thanks to a second half penalty, no surprise given they were sitting so close to each other in the league. JJ and I kept ourselves in touch with the game via twitter as best we could. So our spell with Cray saw us only see them once but we wish them the very best for the rest of the season and in their longer term project of getting back to their own ground, hopefully we will make it over there to see it once its finished.
So with this having took time to pull together we know that Haringey were pulled from the hat first and got themselves a plum tie against high flying Yeovil a club I've kept half an eye on for many moons due to their previous giant killing history in their earlier non league years and the fact a dear friend of mine grew up with them as his local side.
Lets hope JJ and I can secure tickets and we can get this journey back on the road in the 4th qualifying round
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