Sunday, 28 February 2016

D-U-S-T = 'DONE!'

While H has his afternoon nap M and I have been working on her words.

She is currently singing a very very sad song about 'how much my mummy makes me cross', there is a very very sad dance as well.

I dont think this has gone particularly well.

Friday, 5 February 2016

They grow up so fast

M is off to her Valentines disco this evening.

I'm usually at the ptfa events because I'm on t'committee but I'm  strangely otherwise engaged at the moment so she's not used to being left there on her own.

I was just having a chat to check she was happy...turns out she is...

'Um, mummy, sorry, but I'm afraid I'm going to dance with Freddie, so um, well that's that really Mummy'

I dont know if Freddie is aware of this plan.

Sorry Freddie...

Wednesday, 3 February 2016

It's all in the delivery

In hospital my drugs were delivered to me in a teeny paper pot.

At home my drugs are delivered to me in a shot glass.


They let me out!

That's it for this evening, I am making the most of my ridiculously peaceful house and I'm going to fully appreciate every single second of sleep I get tonight.

From the mouths of babes

When the kids came to visit yesterday evening they proudly presented me with their hand made get well soon cards.

This is M's

I'm not entirely sure why she thought I was in hospital but I seem to have sustained a serious head injury.
Although, that could be a hat.

This is H's

I asked him what it was, as even with my toddler trained eye I couldn't be sure.
The response was innocently honest;
"Mummy Mess!"

An astoundingly accurate portrait of how I was feeling at that exact moment.

When I get home....

I'm going to sit on my sofa and gorge on chocolate.

My brother, who had been holding a bit of extra weight, has shed an amazing amount of poundage by eating shitloads of fruit and walking 10,000 steps each day.

The last time I saw him, a few weeks ago, he looked bloody fantastic and really inspired me to walk off the pounds.

Duely, over the next three weeks I ate many many many pieces of fruit and endeavoured to walk my 10,000 steps daily...I really enjoyed it.

I've lost 11 pounds and apart from this whole lung based malarkey feel fabulous.

Then I got pneumonia.

I came to hospital where they filled me full of intravenous fluids - 7 litres in fact over the course of the first 24 hours.

Now, to be fair, I am sitting here feeling so so much better so obviously the fluids (antiB's and lovely codeine) have done their job.

Did you know that 1 litre of water is approximately 1kg in weight.

7kgs of fluids! 7 kilos!

They just weighed me.

I am back to my start weight.

I can't wait to get home.

Tuesday, 2 February 2016

It's in the genes

So here I am sitting in my hospital bed, looking forward to my visit from Mum, Andy and the munchkins.

As soon as they arrived I was moved because my current bed was close to the nurses station and they needed it for another more needy patient.

Whoop! I am no longer needy!
Still won't let go home though.

Anyhoo...they said is it okay if we move you from B Bay to D Bay.

Mum responded 'It's a good job they didn't put you in E Bay - no one would have bought you...'

I think we know where I get it from.

Well, this is a bit pants

This was meant to be a lighthearted diary of my daily affairs.

Today though, my affairs have mostly been taking place in hospital.

Have been feeling a little on the rough side so tootled off to the docs this morning.

I thought I had a bit of a chest infection, was expecting a prescription for AntiB's and to be sent on my way....

Instead he sent me off to hospital with a suspected blood clot!

Along with these reassuring words, 'if you start to feel worse don't drive quicker, stop and call an ambulance'...alrighty then!

So here I am, fortunately not with a blood clot as that would have been nasty but with pneumonia, actual bloody pneumonia!

Just for the record could I point out that I am in fact 40 not 80, bloody pneumonia!

Am surrounded by lovely old people and feel that I am fitting right in...coughing, snoring, drinking lots of tea.

The lady next door keeps mumbling 'tea or coffee, tea or coffee' in a slightly eerie combination of Mrs Doyle & Mrs Overall.

I'm sitting here with baited breathe to see if the next expulsion will be 'Go on Go on Go on' or 'MACAROOOONS!'

Oooo codeine, lovely, might start breathing normally soon and get some sleep.