Woeful Week

Day 13, back still not much improved, and to add insult to injury a great chunk of tooth or filling leaving a huge crater decided to get dislodged while cleaning my teeth yesterday. Obviously not categorised as an emergency, have an appointment in 2 weeks time.

And quite apart from my woes, daughter in law Mel had to call Glen urgently at work on Thursday as their downstairs toilet was overflowing all over their brand new carpet. Appears the septic tank decided to back up so on his way home to help with the drama someone ran into the back of him when he stopped at a red light. More hold up, more yuck on the carpet. After calling in the insurance company, digging round in the yard for hours to find the septic lid to get access to have it pumped out, cleaning the carpet themselves to get rid of most of the offending smell, you’d think that was enough for the week.

Septic tank pumped out Friday, and while Glen was heading back to work was held up for ages because of a house fire on the edge of town, making him very late for work.

Not to be outdone, their son Zandar who’s just over two and a half, launched himself off the furniture last night and gashed his head. After spending several hours with me at the hospital last Monday and ferrying me home, Glen was off to the hospital yet again for a few more hours with the little bloke who ended up with three stitches and fortunately doesn’t seem to be too much worse for wear. I think everyone else was more upset than he was. When Mum and Dad talked to him about it today and suggested jumping around on the furniture wasn’t such a good idea his only response was “No, it was fun.” Too much testosterone for one little boy. Think they’re in for a future of footy, skateboard and other assorted injuries.

And if that wasn’t enough, today was Mel’s turn. After a nasty chest infection and coughing up indescribable gunge for two weeks, and antibiotics having no effect, she then headed to the hospital for a chest x-ray as the doc thought she could be on the verge of pneumonia. Fortunately she wasn’t, but with a well entrenched infection and torn muscles in her chest from coughing so much she was loaded up with a concoction of drugs, steroids and puffer to open up her airways, so we’re trusting there’ll now be a quick improvement.

Wasn’t game to ring Kris and Biz to see if there were any mishaps in their neck of the woods. Enough for one week.