Bad Run
Nov 04, 2009 I life.Not just bad, we’ve had a shocking run of late. The kind of run that makes you finally realise that the timing of ‘accidents’ is controlled somewhere by a sardonic, lifeless guy in a little room, who is no doubt bald with terrible eyesight.
Thursday lunchtime, mere hours before it was our newest housemate’s 1st Birthday Party, I stupidly put the pastie in the microwave to heat up for the required three minutes, on a plate. Why, when I’ve never done such a thing, I would do so is still beyond me. The even stupider part was then picking up the plate to take out of the microwave. And burning all four fingertips on my right hand in the process. To make matters fun I’m right-handed, and burning all four fingertips effectively puts the whole hand out of action. Bandaged and sore, we made it through the kids party unscathed, with nothing more than a little pride hurt on my behalf. By Saturday morning, the bandages were all off, and all was well with the world.
Sunday, however, things turned bad again. What initially seemed like Beth’s morning sickness entering another round of “I’ll make you puke your guts out”, instead turned out to be gastro. Thankfully the puking stopped, but certain other things didn’t. Fast forward four days, and she’s still flat out asleep in bed at 5pm, exhausted from running on little-to-no food of crackers, water, apple juice and the occasional Powerade. Having survived week-long gastro a couple of times, I know what it can be like – but the combination of gastro and morning sickness has morphed into a hideous beast that is currently wreaking havoc on my wife’s internals. Thankfully a trip to the hospital and a separate trip to the doctor have both ruled out it having anything to do with the baby, but at this stage all we want it to do is stop.
We’re destined for Coolangatta on Friday, for seven nights on a fourth-floor apartment looking over the beach. We fly out Friday morning, and both of us are adamantly telling each other that she will be fine for Friday. Our last big fly-away holiday somewhere will not succumb to gastro. Hopefully it won’t.
Please?