Please may we see your bottom?

Felt compelled to to share my experience at A & E yesterday. I woke up during the night Sunday/Monday with excruciating abdominal pains and was unable to stand by about 06.30am when the kids decided to wake us up. I have suffered from Irritable Bowel Syndrome in the past but my husband decided that the last time he'd seen me in this much pain was around about the time of my ectopic pregnancy and we both remembered how badly that ended, so he insisted on taking me to A & E despite my pleading not to. (I hadn't heard great things about the local hospital)


We arrived at about 8.30am at  A & E and were seen fairly promptly by a nurse who took some details and then sent us back into the waiting room. I suppose that I imagine that if you come to A & E it must be really serious, so I was a bit surprised to see people in the waiting room eating crisps etc and reading their Kindles and generally looking quite jolly. 

I could barely stand the pain and was really trying hard not to laugh at my husband's comments about the other people in the waiting room. (like the limpers who didn't limp the same way everytime they got up to the crisps machine, and the little old lady who came out grinning at one point - he quipped "Look at her, she was 29 when she arrived here!" you can imagine the rest) Eventually a lovely nurse came and took blood and asked for a urine sample (darling husband - "she is just taking the piss now") and who kindly gave me some Tramadol for the pain I was in. Unfortunatley after about 45 mins of waiting in a cubicle they sent us back out to the waiting room again!! To wait for another hour or so. By this time the place was absolutely toppers so we were very relieved to have arrived so promptly!!!


The upshot of the four hour visit was that it was most probably  IBS related so they injected a big long needle of something into one of my buttocks  and after an x-ray sent me home with some drugs for the pain. Husband told the kids about mummy's buttock injection on the way home from school so they were insisting on seeing where the needle went in and seemed to find the whole idea of "mummy having a needle in her butt" hysterical.......little monsters!!!!!

Am now having a day of rest as my darling husband has turned house elf today and is looking after all the domestic stuff and the school run which is a relief I can tell you! I feel like I've been run over.

Meanwhile my mum is in agony due to the most recent bout of Chemotherapy and I wonder how long it can go on. She told me she is weary of it all. I'm so sad and frustrated that there is nothing I can do for her and my father on a practical level. They drift from day to day wondering what horror awaits them tomorrow. This cancer is the most horrific thing I think you can watch someone suffer from.... it's unbearable. 

On a happier note, the Guinea pigs we aquired during our last visit to Boden Hill Farm are thriving beautifully!!! Fat little things, and they seem quite unfazed by the constant handling and being dressed up in capes and hats and held like babies/upside down!!!! Felicity's little black pig is a biting monster right enough and has had several nips at me whilst I've been petting her, and Cecilie's just wants to run off all the time, it's priceless. Meanwhile Lola is on a mission to catch one!!!!!!

Fliss in her element - petting animals!!!

Who could resist???

I'm SOOOO having one of them for lunch - where are they????

Return of the Bag Lady……

Me with my friend Amanda where we are both looking glamorous and have no children attached to us!!!!!

This morning I’m off shopping with two of my Christian friends in Reading. I’m so excited to be let loose in the world without any children attached to my person. I’ve had an interesting week and I’m quite happy that it’s almost at an end………

Friday saw the beginning of the Alpha Course at Church and I’m delighted to say that there were several people who had decided to come along and “explore Christianity” at our Church. People from very different walks of life gathering to talk about Jesus is pretty exciting in my book. the frustrating thing for me is the fact that not everyone shares my love and passion for Jesus Christ though, but we can hope and pray!!!

I’ve decided to start sewing again in earnest next week as I’m fed up not actually making anything at the moment. Yes, it would be nice to have a job and earn money, however at the moment it’s not really an option as my girls are still so young and I need to be around for them.  It would also be nice to have enough money to have a “lady who does” coming in once a week again, as I’m not really the houseworky type.

I complained to my friend Sarah that my husband married this woman who liked fancy shoes, nice clothes, drinking wine and looking a bit glamourous now and again, and who worked in Financial Services, and he seems surprised now that I’m not very good at keeping the house tidy!!!  I was ranting about feeling like I’m supposed to be some sort of hybrid creature incorporating Dobby the House Elf and Mary (bloody) Poppins!!!!  She replied dryly that I’d just summed up “housewifery” in a nutshell!!!! Can you believe it?