Mr FD, winding his way through the house with his cane after his recent knee replacement, caught his foot on his favourite chair (well, it was his favourite chair, not sure now!) and fell.
From the bedroom I heard a scream of pain and rushed out to find him lying on his back, on the floor. Augie Dog was dancing about him adding to the indignity and discomfort. Luckily, Mr FD had managed to protect his knee, keep the leg straight and twist onto his back as he fell. Painful, but no real damage.
It was quite a feat getting him to his feet and I have to admit, not the most elegant of operations, but we achieved sitting him in the chair, no longer on the floor beside it.
I was explaining in a text to Daughter2 and she asked, “Was Dad like a cockie [cockroach] on his back?”
“More like a squeally pig” I explained.
We are not the most sympathetic of families.
Friend One contacted Friend Two about our friendship group getting together. Second friend is out of town so forwarded the message to a third friend who contacted me. Much texting and we settled on dinner, Saturday night.
Lost a chunk of Friday night’s sleep fretting about being well enough to join friends for dinner Saturday night. Still coughing, especially if I talk too much, or even a sentence or two; deaf and generally miserable.
I haven’t seen Friend One for about two years so really wanted to see her, but I felt horrible (still), and then there is the guilt of spreading the horrible flu to others, and the indignity of coughing lungs up over the restaurant table etc.
In the end, I decided I really wasn’t up to a night out and sent all a text apologising. Minutes later a reply from Friend One.
“I am really sorry that you are ill, but it is next weekend I am in town!”
Chinese whispers would have resulted in Friend Three and I sitting at the table waiting for her arrival! I am almost glad I was too ill to go now!
Not that we wouldn’t have partied… and will again next week,
A little bit excited for Mr FD spied a nesting pair of galahs in a hollow in one of our trees. We can sit on the patio, tea mug in hand, watching the parents sunning themselves on a branch next to their nest.
I wonder if our tawny frog mouth couple are expecting too?
Photographs of Marilyn Monroe
Pregnant belly gender announcement photos
Overly constructed newborn photographs
Furniture made from pallets
Drinks served in mason jars
I feel as though I have been living this ‘flu for weeks, instead of a week. Then maybe it is not an exaggeration for in that week I have gone from sleeping with the bedroom windows shut against the winter chill and thick winter pjs, to windows thrown open to the night air and cotton night wear. So much for winter, Queensland style!
On Sunday I was fairly sure I was on the recovery road, but that night took a reverse. Even now, I will be going back to the classroom with a head that feels stuffed full of fluid and ears so deaf that I wander in my own little world. It is such an isolating experience.
I think Mr FD is getting stir crazy too, still house bound except for followups with doctors. All being well I shall take him out to lunch on Saturday. Somewhere fresh and airy, and dare I say it – with other people.
I’ve never been fixated on age; my theory being that age doesn’t really matter for we will all die on the day we are going to die!
Possibly, my attitude is influenced by the fact that there is a bit of an age gap between my elder sister, brother and I – eight and six years respectively. No matter my age I will always be the youngest!
Recently, I have become a little more “aware” of the ageing process; not my age though, my eldest niece’s!
Favourite Eldest Niece was born in the middle of my teenage years. I can still remember sharing the news that I was an aunt with my high school friends! So, in some ways, we “grew up” together.
Niece turned 41 at the weekend and that makes me feel old!
It doesn’t really make sense, I know, but her entering middle age actually makes me feel older than the fact that all my children are now in their thirties; or that I am grandmother! Go figure.
And the figure is 41!
Every day, I text or email “Good Morning” to my daughters and we continue a sporadic three way conversation through our days. On the first day of my flu symptoms it proceeded thus:
FD: I have ear ache and runt nose now too. Cough more frequent.
Daughter 2 : Runt nose sounds terrible. Might be fatal?
FD: I think it is connected to being the youngest in the family.
Daughter 1 : Smaller noses are all the rage in Hollywood. People pay for theirs to be made smaller.