Marguerite
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G'day. Yes, I'm back. I don't know where Wednesday went, it's weird. They kept me in hospital overnight, I was there for 24 hours in the ER being well looked after (although I would have liked my pain medications a bit sooner!). But once I was stable enough to take my own medications orally, things began to improve. I'm 12 hours out of sync with medications so that is going to cause a few problems over the next few days but I think even the hospital staff were surprised at how fast I improved, and in ways that can't be faked including fever, BiPolar (BP), oxygen sats...
I was glad to get out this morning (almost lunchtime). A disoriented old woman had been brought in from a nursing home, she was loud and feisty and literally beating up on the nursing staff. By then I was allowed to walk around but when she saw me walking she wanted to be allowed to as well, so I put myself back in my cubicle and stayed put.
difficult child 3 has been really good, according to husband. He managed to get some work done yesterday even though he was unsupervised and still unwell.
Of course, even the trip home was eventful. As we left the highway onto our tiny and winding road home, an ambulance raced past, sirens blaring. We're used to that - the winding road is accident-prone. Unfortunately, we got almost all the way to the T-junction to the "island" when we were stopped. Road block. The accident was a serious one. We stayed there for a while back up the road a bit to turn cars round. One rubbernecker I watched drive back away from the accident then turn round and head back again. husband tried to turn him around but he tried to keep going. husband was generous, thought the guy genuinely didn't speak English. I'm less generous - the guy would have previously been close enough to see the accident and there is no language barrier for blood.
So we headed back to the highway to go the longer way to the south road while behind us a second rescue chopper landed. It took us an hour to get to the T-junction, only to find IT was blocked as well - by the rescue choppers. All the cars we'd turned around were well ahead of us in the queue. But just then the choppers lifted off and the police let us through. The choppers had landed on the only safe place for them - the T-junction itself. The north road was still blocked, only the south road open. The internet news said that one of the rescue choppers was being launched when it got the call-out, and cut its own launch short - a motorbike with pillion passenger had slammed into a sandstone wall at high speed. Idiots - it's very winding at that point, it's got a low speed limit there for a reason. They were both alive at time of the news report but a mess, with spinal and broken bones.
So I left the hospital before 11 am and got home about 1.30 pm, to difficult child 3 asking me, "Can you get me some lunch?"
Life is back to normal.
Mind you, he got on the Wii Fit this morning and it declared that he had lost so much weight he had moved from "normal" range to "starvation".
This is a NASTY bug!
Tomorrow we have an appointment for difficult child 3 to see his new specialist, in the city. I'll drive him in, I think I'm up to it, but I've got the option of getting husband to drive us home. All the other appointments I had for yesterday - I've had to reschedule. A blasted nuisance.
Meanwhile I've been reassuring friends and neighbours who saw not one but two ambulances, AND the fire brigade, who all turned up in response to husband's OOO call.
The other funny thought just occurred to me - husband MIGHT have thought to bring me in clothes but when I rang this morning, I specifically requested certain clothes, otherwise I'd have been taken home in my pyjamas. And what with being stopped by two road blocks plus me also hanging out the car window signalling drivers to stop and turn around, it would have been very embarrassing in my bright red 'Snoopy' PJs!
Life is never dull.
Enjoy your Thursday more than we did.
Marg
I was glad to get out this morning (almost lunchtime). A disoriented old woman had been brought in from a nursing home, she was loud and feisty and literally beating up on the nursing staff. By then I was allowed to walk around but when she saw me walking she wanted to be allowed to as well, so I put myself back in my cubicle and stayed put.
difficult child 3 has been really good, according to husband. He managed to get some work done yesterday even though he was unsupervised and still unwell.
Of course, even the trip home was eventful. As we left the highway onto our tiny and winding road home, an ambulance raced past, sirens blaring. We're used to that - the winding road is accident-prone. Unfortunately, we got almost all the way to the T-junction to the "island" when we were stopped. Road block. The accident was a serious one. We stayed there for a while back up the road a bit to turn cars round. One rubbernecker I watched drive back away from the accident then turn round and head back again. husband tried to turn him around but he tried to keep going. husband was generous, thought the guy genuinely didn't speak English. I'm less generous - the guy would have previously been close enough to see the accident and there is no language barrier for blood.
So we headed back to the highway to go the longer way to the south road while behind us a second rescue chopper landed. It took us an hour to get to the T-junction, only to find IT was blocked as well - by the rescue choppers. All the cars we'd turned around were well ahead of us in the queue. But just then the choppers lifted off and the police let us through. The choppers had landed on the only safe place for them - the T-junction itself. The north road was still blocked, only the south road open. The internet news said that one of the rescue choppers was being launched when it got the call-out, and cut its own launch short - a motorbike with pillion passenger had slammed into a sandstone wall at high speed. Idiots - it's very winding at that point, it's got a low speed limit there for a reason. They were both alive at time of the news report but a mess, with spinal and broken bones.
So I left the hospital before 11 am and got home about 1.30 pm, to difficult child 3 asking me, "Can you get me some lunch?"
Life is back to normal.
Mind you, he got on the Wii Fit this morning and it declared that he had lost so much weight he had moved from "normal" range to "starvation".
This is a NASTY bug!
Tomorrow we have an appointment for difficult child 3 to see his new specialist, in the city. I'll drive him in, I think I'm up to it, but I've got the option of getting husband to drive us home. All the other appointments I had for yesterday - I've had to reschedule. A blasted nuisance.
Meanwhile I've been reassuring friends and neighbours who saw not one but two ambulances, AND the fire brigade, who all turned up in response to husband's OOO call.
The other funny thought just occurred to me - husband MIGHT have thought to bring me in clothes but when I rang this morning, I specifically requested certain clothes, otherwise I'd have been taken home in my pyjamas. And what with being stopped by two road blocks plus me also hanging out the car window signalling drivers to stop and turn around, it would have been very embarrassing in my bright red 'Snoopy' PJs!
Life is never dull.
Enjoy your Thursday more than we did.
Marg
. I got asked to audition for a new series of commercials for the gym! They had taken one of the racket ball courts and turned it into a mini-studio. My trainer asked me to do it. They were looking for folks of all fitness levels that had some unique stories or perspectives. I went in there and they asked me a series of questions. After about 6 or 7 minutes, they said they would like me to audition! So they hooked me up to the mic, turned on the bright lights, and started filming! Talk about stepping out of your comfort zone......... I'll let you know how it plays out.
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I bet you'll be surprised at how fast your memory kicks in at work.
