I have just driven the (very nice) plumber who was installing our loo to the emergency room. He has cut his hand quite badly.
This hasn’t even thrown me a bit despite or perhaps because today also includes a sick child, no leave/goodwill left at work to comfortably stay home and look after him, the project manager making Gaye cry this morning and that I was rear ended on my way to work.
Gaye’s bleed from a couple of weeks ago turns out to be a tear in the placenta – which we have to ‘be careful’ about. I’m unsure of what that means but we are trying to make sure she gets lots of rest and takes it easy. Olive-on-the-way does not seem to be in any strife, growing at a great pace and sounding very healthy on the monitor.
She is getting pretty big now and very tired. And it has been incredibly hot and humid here when it hasn’t been thundering, so her feet and hands are very swollen and sore. Her blood pressure is good thou and I think she looks just beautiful, but she is very fragile and teary. This is not at all like her and so she is home in bed with Thomas this afternoon watching dvd’s.
Did I mention that Gaye’s brother and father have spent the weekend painting at our place (her brother does it for a living) which they kindly offered to do after the project manager admitted that he has in fact spent much much more money than anticipated and so we have none left for painting or deck building (which thankfully my brother does for a living).
We have had to call in all favours from family and bring them from three different states across the country to get the work done. We will now move into a rather less finished house. We have been yelled at and hung-up on by the project manager who used to be our friend. I have taken over all communication with him to keep gaye out of it and so we can get the job over and I went where angels fear to tread this morning and rang his wife and said this can’t go on. She must have talked to him as he is all sweetness this afternoon.
You can understand why on Friday I cried about some dumb issue with the soccer team!
Today however I am taking it in my stride, not even thinking about the fact that I have let down work again, smiling at the bloke who ran into the back of me and saying ‘not to worry’ and running out of a meeting to take the plumber to the ER. There is just so much on that today you couldn’t phase me if you tried
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8 comments:
Sorry to hear of your troubles...kind of makes you wonder what you'd do without all this to deal with!
Sounds like you're being strong thru all this, way to go!
Sorry to hear of all your troubles..kind of makes one wonder what you'd do without all this to deal with!
Sounds like you're being very strong in all this...keep it up!
Oh my lord! What a day...you poor bugger, the only good thing about those days is that they eventually have to end! Hope everything settles down re the bleeding, i am sure they will, just go strap her down to the bed or something!!!
Wow! Good to hear you are all hanging in there. Hope Gaye is feeling better - it's getting close!
WHAT AN AMAZING DAY...WELL DONE! YOU ARE DOING AN AMAZING JOB OF TAKING IT IN YOUR STRIDE...oops caps lock...and just wanted to say how nice it is to hear that your family is in there helping you out with the house etc...just found your post through the fonaholiks....bye for now....
Wow, what an amazing job you are doing of taking such a full on day in your stride...well done!!!
Just found your blgo thru the fonaholiks...so nice to hear that there are family members helping each other out like yours are with your house...i can't imagine my father ever being able to do that...it's really nice to hear about it...good on you...bye for now...
Wow....you have done an amazing job of taking an incrdedibly full on day in your stride...well done!
i found your post thru the fonaholiks...hang in there!!
bye for now...
Wow....you are doing an amazing job of taking such a full on day in your stride...well done!!!
I found your post thru the fonaholiks...hang in there...bye for now....
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