If I start rambling… that’s normal. If I continue to ramble forever and never make it back to the point, that’s because I’m cruising along on 9 hours sleep over the last 3 nights. Not 9 hours each night totalling 27, rather 9 hours combined total for 3 nights. That’s parenting in a nutshell..
Tuesday night I have no excuse for 3 hours total sleep. I don’t even know what I did, let alone being able to validate the stupidity with a reason or excuse.
Wednesday night I have a great excuse for 1 hour total sleep. One word – nikared. At 11:13pm (a reasonable time for bed) I posted “The Prequel to The Ambulance Ride”. The first half of the story got my head buzzing and I started part 2. The head start would make for an easy night Thursday. Then a little later I was seriously thinking that enough was enough and saved the draft and though I would just check for comments on the first half. At 1:40am the following was posted
Aaauuuugh… MIKE you are such a tease. Don’t leave us hanging like this… Do to the time difference isn’t it our tomorrow there? So, come on man, post the rest of the story all ready…
Okay, I’ll wait (impatiently), but will check back so often it will definitely pad your hit stats.
Published By nikared
I don’t want to upset an addict going through withdrawals so I decided to soldier on. At 4:53am I posted “The Ambulance Ride” and went to bed. At 6 am the alarm went off and I arose to prepare for a 7am start at work. 1 hour.
Thursday night was the night of the most recent ‘blood pressure event” in my life. I worked from 7am to 2pm. Home, shower and promptly away again, to tutor students at a homework club run by the local Salvation Army. My wife was at work and mum was at our house baby sitting the heirs to my future fortune. I got home at 6pm to be told by mum that the pink princess had landed awkwardly in the backyard. Mum had done everything by the book first-aid wise, and with nothing obvious showing and me due home in an hour, the princess was set up on the lounge with a lolly and an icepack. She was asleep when I arrived home so I left her and had dinner with mum and the boys. She woke screaming and I took off the ice pack for a look. Mum is 68 with ailing eyesight. She had done the wiggle your fingers, bend your wrist and elbow, raise your arm over your head test. She failed to notice something that was glaringly obvious to me. My daughters left forearm was straight and the right one had a curve in it. And she continued to screaming.
Shoes, wallet, keys, kid, GO. In that order, that fast. 15 miles in 11 minutes. According to the real estate agents we are close to everything. CRAP. The ambulance would have still been 2 suburbs from my house when I was pulling up at the hospital. My wife came from work straight to the hospital. I dashed home for a shower and to pack a bag. After x-rays the doctor on duty said an orthopaedic surgeon would need to see her in the morning. We were settled up in the ward about 12:30am and both asleep fairly quickly. Just before 6am a nurse disturbed me while doing her observations. 5 hours sleep.
The bones in the break had moved and were overlapping. Princess was booked into theatre for 8am to wrestle everything back into place. 8am. That’s right in the middle of the commuter rush, right? Most commuter accidents are all about impatience and mangled cars. Not today. Our theatre got commandeered. 10am she was taken up to get ready. Noon she was back in the room. The surgeon spoke with us as we walked back up to the room. She was supposed to be observed for 4 hours and then released. But someone didn’t read the entire post-surgery instruction sheet. Observations, yes. Released, “um… hang on… I’ll just make a quick call”. I had left it too late to query the release and everyone who knew the surgical side of the case had gone home, so the necessary paperwork couldn’t be completed for her release.
As I write, my wife is spending the night at the hospital.
The picture was taken around midnight on the first night, just before we were taken up to the ward, temporary splint on the right arm, cannula on the left. She’s a tough little princess.
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If you read my news flash yesterday you may notice that I have since stepped back from blaming the trampoline. The adult present was distracted by Mr7 and Mr10 trying to behead each other with tennis racquets and was therefore looking the other way at the moment of impact. Further, the 3 children all tell different versions of the story which involves either the trampoline or the climbing castle or jumping from one to the other.