We packed up our stuff this morning and headed over to Finley’s hospital, we went in the Main Entrance, I explained we were up from Melbourne and probably needed antibiotics – could I see a doctor please? The receptionist was great, said there was a GP surgery on site, if they couldn’t see me, then I could head over to Emergency. Bit drastic, but needs must.
We went next door to the surgery, again the staff were great, I filled a new patient form in and got squeezed into see one of the GPs. After asking me about smoking and alcohol as I was new on the system and he couldn’t do anything until he completed these, (I didn’t mention the first rule of Book Club), he listened to my chest. We talked through my symptoms > Bronchitis.
I’ve got industrial strength antibiotics, plus steroid tablets, I’m to double my steroid inhaler dose, take an antihistamine, continue on the cold and flu relief and use my ventolin at least twice during the day too. I’m to file the repeat antibiotics if I am still coughing at all after five days but if I’m still running a fever after three I have to go back to my GP. How do you know when you’re running a fever? When your paracetamol runs out, you wilt and have your own personal summer.
To say I’m off my face on medications would be an understatement.
The last time I had this much of a mixture going through me would have been after my c-section! Anyhoo, I’m sounding better already, which I’m sure is just the steroids jollying everything along.
Archie had asked to visit the bees at Beechworth before we’d even come up to NSW. After getting my script filled in Finley, we got a coffee and a snack at Tocumwal. I then Mad-Navd Hubs a most peculiar route to Beechworth – we did a glorious squircle around Tocumwal and saw lots of farmland. Bless him. I’m firmly blaming the drugs and I’m sure we’ll laugh about it soon.
We stopped at the Beechworth Pantry for lunch, Italian polenta stack for me, so stealing that idea. It was like a lasagne, gluten free heaven on a plate. Hubs ordered a Devonshire Tea (what Aussies call a Cream Tea). I got told that they didn’t do Devonshire Teas, but he could have either plain or date scones with cream and jam. I just looked surprised and said ‘Yes please!’ Arch ordered a ham and cheese sandwich and we shared two pots of English Breakfast, with Archie declaring that “Tea was his best drink!” The three of us people watched quite happily and brought some Ploughman’s lunch fixings. Can’t wait for that tomorrow!
We tottered back up the hill to the bees, I nearly needed a lie down when we got there and was seriously eyeing up the chairs outside. However, the microscopes that Archie wanted to look through had gone, the whole shop had been rearranged and we only came out with one pot of honey. Unheard of for us, but the shelves were bare. They’d evidently had a good weekend and were revving up for Christmas.
By now I was wilting good and proper, we got back to the car, Mad-Navd Hubs out of Beechworth, confirmed the route he needed and fell asleep. Which was great, until Archie decided I needed to wake up and shoved me through the headrest. You know those naps where you wake up thinking you’re in a different time-zone, you feel worse than when you went to sleep? That.
Still we got home in one piece, the cat has not left my side and either purred at me while swaying in bliss, or yelled at me with joy for the best part of an hour. He’s now lying on my bed, chirping away in his sleep.
We’ve the public holiday for the horse race tomorrow (only in Australia, but on this occasion – THANK GOODNESS!) we have all had showers, bread and milk have been brought, the washing can wait till tomorrow; I’ve only got three pairs of undies and a pair of PJs to wash – hurrah! I’ve been in bed for an hour and don’t care a jot.
See you all on the other side of what is sure to be an interesting night’s sleep! I’ll leave you with this heathen putting his jam on first – tsk!