February 28, 2009 at 4:35 pm (Life can be hard sometimes, general mutterings)
Tags: broken arm, Miss K, Things that piss me off
So I decided to take Miss K to a birthday party today. Get all the questions on her arm over in one fell swoop and let her have a bit of fun and return to semi-normal routine and so forth.
I had to take my 4yo boy as well as the husband interpreted “I’ll be needing your help this weekend” as “yep – you run along to the farm and help your brother dip the cows” (its hard trying to speak Husbandese).
Rang the hosts – they know us quite well and were happy to have an extra.
So the 4 yo enters the door, downs about 4 cups of cordial and some treats and then spends the next hour throwing his body around in the hired jumping castle.
Guess what happened next.
……
So we are home again. I had to go and apologise to the hosts (who were most gracious and were happy enough that their dog had artfully removed the vomit from their lawn) … and then slink out the door.
Lesson learned:
Never ask God ‘what else could go wrong’ or call him a ‘bugger’ or make a flippant remark about the devil vomiting into your kettle. It may be taken far too literally by both parties.
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February 27, 2009 at 10:04 pm (Life can be hard sometimes)
Tags: broken arm, humerus, Miss K, mother's pride, prayer, stress, Things that piss me off
Never ever ask the Big Bloke Upstairs “what else could go wrong” because the bugger will show you.
So you know I’ve been a bit preoccupied with my mother-in-law finding out she had breast cancer and then a huge aortic aneurysm within the space of about 6 weeks.
This pretty much sucks the most out of things right now, but we did get a little kicker when the devil did indeed vomit into our kettle today:
My 6 year old darling girl fell off the flying fox at school and broke her humerus (big long bone at the top of your arm - not humorous as in funny). Its very very unfunny.
The first thing I said was ratfucksonofabitch (yes reader, my knowledge of interesting swear words is improving thanks to the awesome Kelley at Magneto Bold Too).
Then I refrained from swearing too loudly for the next 5 hours between finding her in the school health room in agony and sitting next to a girl who was violently throwing up (please God – I’m sorry about that “bugger” comment above – please don’t give her the spews as well), having the brain-dead secretary-come-”nurse” fart about for 5 minutes before she’s let me sign her out, then driving to the GP around the corner (who at least were compassionate enough to tell us to go straight to the hospital because it would ultimately save us time), then getting to the hospital (half an hour away) even though every slow truck in Eastern Australia pulled out in front of me on the way there, then waiting for the triage nurse (thank goodness he had painkillers), then waiting for an x-ray and having my girl scream in agony the entire time (thank goodness the dude was waaay fast and good at his job), then waiting for the Dr, then waiting for him to talk to another Dr, then waiting for the first Dr to find the right bandages, then the right sling.
Poor kid was starving and thirsty but couldn’t have anything in case they needed to operate (hopefully they won’t but we still need to see an orthopaedic surgeon next week). She was so brave the whole time, the little trooper.
So Big Fella – I’m not going to ask you anything about other things that could happen. I’m sure there are many many more things that could go wrong just now, but I don’t want to know, thanks all the same.
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