I have COMPLAINED to school this morning. It is their policy to administer medicine to children on school premises (I know some schools won't do this) so that children who are perfectly well but finishing a course of anti-biotics don't have to miss school.
So yesterday when eldest daughter came home, I asked, "Did they give you your medicine all right at school?"
"Yes," she said, "but it wasn't my medicine."
"What? You mean, they gave you the wrong medicine?"
"Yes - they gave me an orange one."
"And you didn't tell them it wasn't yours?"
"Well, no, I didn't want to..."
Can you believe it? I was really p'd off. They gave her another child's medicine! Not only have they messed up her course of antibiotics, but another child's course, too - and not to mention the fact that she might have been really allergic to whatever it was they gave her. It's not that difficult to check a name on a medicine bottle is it, to make sure you're actually giving this stuff to the right person? Jesus!
So I've had the head teacher on the phone this morning apologising profusely, after I kicked off at the office a bit at drop-off time. And it's big crunch day for us for something else which I'm not going to get into here. I feel a bit stressed, to be honest!
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