Round two of antibiotics…

…and I’ve graduated from a Swallows and Amazons to a Poirot (After the Funeral). Small, but not insignificant progress, as I’ve not been able to hold a train of thought in my head for days on end now.

Chief Brody has been like velcro since I took up residence in the spare room, only leaving my side to keep up with his social networks. Thankfully we’ve not had a mouse brought in this week to feed us.

Hubs and Archie had a birthday party yesterday; at an outdoor adventure golf, not an indoor play centre, as that would have push Hubs over the edge. I took Archie to get the present on Friday afternoon and it nearly broke me. I collected him from school, walking up the hill instead of driving as it’s always chaos – coz that was sensible. We then got stuck in the school traffic for 20 minutes on a 5 minute drive to the plaza. I had to puff up the slope from the car park and as we got into the shops, BossMan called me. I answered as he never rings me unless he needs to.

By now I was feeling faint and sweating like I’d been on a run, (he said later he could hear how stuffed I was in my voice). I explained where I was, that I’d ducked out to get a present with Archie, we talked over the latest crisis at work and he made me laugh till I coughed so we concluded the conversation. I went to get some more cold and flu tablets, Archie and I headed up to K-Mart where he chose what he wanted to give as his present and we got back in the lift to go back to the car. I was leaning against the glass wall, (sheer bliss at it’s coolness) when I got talked to (I always get talked to). “The weather is a bit like that isn’t it?”

I shut the conversation down with ‘I’ve got bronchitis’ leaving the lady making the ‘o’ face like a fish out of water. The man in the lift with us winked at me and grinned. I left a hot and sweaty outline on the glass. I drove home, got Archie a snack and sat on the couch under a blanket as I’d now gone cold while we watched a DVD.

I just felt tired out at home, so I thought I’d be ok ducking out for half an hour. If the traffic hadn’t been so bad, it would have been just that but an hour was too much for me to cope with. Lesson learnt.

On a brighter note, Archie has been ploughing through the original Morph cartoons with Tony Hart on kids youtube. He was a bit non-plussed when I said that my form teacher at high school had gone to art college with Tony Hart, but was more impressed when I told him I’d had a picture in the gallery on the program. I’m trying to get a video of him laughing at Morph, Chas, et al, because it’s a glorious six-year-old giggle of pure joy.

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Stardust

I’ve come down to the spare room to sleep tonight, I’m coughing that much and am so hot, I can’t get comfortable. Hubs has to work tomorrow, I’ve already called in sick for the day.

I’ve got a cat snoring by my feet and my son asleep in his room muttering to himself next door.

I’ve just watched Stardust, the movie adaptation of Neil Gaiman’s novel. Perfect chewing-gum for the brain and just what this girl needed. It was a bit muddled and about 20 minutes too long, but it was good fun. The book is big, so they did well to condense it down to what they did, but I think if it had been tighter, it could have done much better than it did at the box office.

I’ve not got much to report today, just concentrating on getting better. One of the girls at work reminded me that she had bronchitis last year, struggled through and it went to pneumonia and she was out of action for six weeks. I’m stopping world. I get it.

 

 

As Spike Milligan said “I told you I was ill”

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!

Heathen!