The biggest bit of news is that I have been in hospital again! I had a headcold that turned to sinusitis. I put myself on antibiotics and got better but when they finished I went downhill again. After a few days I took myself to the GP (feeling very fed up by now and convinced I should just buck my ideas up!). He was obviously worried about the septic picture I presented with, particularly deteriorating since stopping antibiotics. He thought I might have an abdominal abscess, did heaps of blood tests and put me on more antibiotics. A day or 2 later he phoned to check on me and said that I had a gram negative septacaemia (not good for those of you not medically in the know). Off to hospital. After a 5 hour wait in ED I finally saw a doctor and 12 hours after my arrival I was admitted - the night before Eric's 3rd exam. Anyway, they did an ultrasound and said I had an 'ovarian mass' that looked like an abscess (sorry guys all very girlie talk) and a severely inflamed fallopian tube. Well at least we know now what it is. More antibiotics (IV this time) and I felt a whole heap better. Discharged on Saturday and now having a few days rest but feeling fine. I have another scan next week and we shall see where things go from there. Thank heavens Mom and Daddy were here to run around after me and the girls in between their house hunting!
A strange thing happened in hospital. I got talking to the person in the next bed (relieved to find they were aged under 80, well under 46 actually!) and was saying all this couldn't have come at a worse time, husband doing exams etc.
So's mine she said.
Law I said.
Same here she said.
What's your husbands name?
Eric, but he won't know him, Eric doesn't talk to anyone.
Neither does Phil but he knows your husband.
Turns out Phil is about the only person Eric has engaged in conversation with in the last 10 months. And a few days earlier, at a previous exam, they were bemoaning the fact both wives were sick!
The coincidences in our lives were quite spooky, put aside we end up in the neighbouring beds in the same ward at the same time, both husbands had the same career in a previous life, we both have 2 girls, the eldest fair the younger one dark (their girls are gorgeous, younger than H and A), admitted to hospital within an hour of each other, discharged within an hour or 2 of each other, and so it went on. On top of that they are a great family and I hope we keep in contact.
It is such a relief to feel well. I am sure my colleagues got fed up with me being fine one day and ill the next. (Not that they have complained!). I just felt I was not pulling my weight on any front and it was such a relief to find I was really ill and not just imagining things. Does that sound perverse? Of course I would really rather have not got sick in the first place.
Had a long, and long overdue chat with Carol the other day. Have been instructed to post photo's of Nelson. He is as big as the yearlings. When I have finished this I plan to go for a wander round the block and take some photo's of him, and the handsome murray grey bull we have on loan at the moment from our neighbours.
Isn't he handsome!
My beautiful Freckles
Two Mummies, two babies.
Daddy with their 'Welcome to NZ' pressie Marigold. Destined for their freezer in 2 years time.
Yesterday I noticed Freckles moo-ing a lot and as Eric went to work I went to check Daisy was OK. As I crossed the drive I realised she was stuck in the barn! The doors had blown shut in a storm recently and bent which meant that they could only push in and not pull outwards as they were supposed to. Anyway, she had obviously pushed in and got trapped in there. I hurried to the rescue but got a shock when I pushed open the door, calling out consoling phrases to her as I did, to find myself face to face, in a confined space with the bull!!!!! He got a fright and dived along side the RR where he stayed until I got Daisy out and then he finally followed, none the worse for wear. Daisy was dying of thirst though and fed on Freckles for AGES after! A bull confined in a barn, with Bridgets possessions, can do a lot of damage but luckily he didn't - honest Bridget. Crap on everything, hay bales lightly scattered though but as I was in my long dressing gown at the time I thought the cleanup could wait.
Mom and Daddy have bought a car and laptop, got internet connection and are busy house hunting. Mom was at the local golf course othis morning at a ladies meet so got to meet a few people. House prices have rocketed here and the exchange rate is definately not in their favour so what they can get for their money now is not what they were they were looking at 2 yeasr ago. Still at least they're here.
Girls are fine, Harriette is positively delightful at times, which she intersperses with bouts of foulness - just to keep the balance you realise. Alice is somewhat hormonal and gets so angry at times. Yesterday we played a wee trick on them and Alice went puce with rage. I read that the HP movie had been premiered in the UK and at a higher censorship rating. I looked on the web to see when it was coming here. I booked tickets for the opening day and then told the children that it had an over 13 rating and they couldn't go. Eric then added 'but it's OK because Mom and I have booked tickets and we'll tell you all about' I cannot over-state the reaction. Harriette threw herself into the sofa offering protestations and saying how she looked 13. Alice just went off the deep end, yelling at us saying we were going to take and she was going etc!! I couldn't bare it and told them it was a wind up but Eric wanted to let it run at least a week!!!!!!!!!! Of course when we told them we were going the day it opened aftyer school we immediately became the best parents in the world, once Alice got over her rage!!
Remember I couldn't remember the 'blog moment' from last time? It came to me when I was feeding pigs and walked past the offal hole! We had been talking at dinner about where my uncles ashes had been spread in Australia and that went on to what is to happen to us when were die etc. Now the plan with Eric has always been that he would be cremated and his ashes spread by Dover lifeboat at sea (there is history there for those of you who have known us less that 10 years). Anyway considering that that now is not really an option I asked what we should do with him then added I guess the most apt place for you would be down the offal hole. As you can imagine everyone was in stitches and Eric was indignant. Well I think it would be a fitting end - don't you?!?!?!? The only question now is do we waste money on cremating him first or just pop him down whole. Harriette thinks he won't fit and as it'll probably come to her and Alice to make the decisions we'll leave it in their hands.
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