It's been a very quiet week.
The Elder got to her flight on time. We were out of bed at 03:45 for a 04:15 departure as it takes about 3/4 of an hour at that time of the morning to get to the airport. She had to be there by 05:00. We drove out in Team Shitbox as it had more fuel. MOTH refused to drive it on the way home. Ok, I say, but you keep an eye out cause you're navigating *not his strong point*
Just out of the airport and it's keep left or keep right? Right he says and as we head up the onramp he says ... oh wait, maybe it was left.... So we had to do a little tour round some of the back streets. I wasn't happy but although he doesn't navigate as well as he should *not paying close attention and who needs a map anyway* he does manage to find his way out of 'lost'.
Driving back beyond that is an experience. Team Shitbox needs fixing and she doesn't have the funds. Neither do we. But we make it home and I'm all for going back to bed for a little while.
The afternoon of the same day, Dad arrives for his appointment with the specialist the following day. It's good to see him.
They head out the next day at 07:00 and Zman has to come to the house as I have no way of getting to the swap point. I'm standing in the wind with my long coat on and my hands are so cold I have to put away the iPad and put them in my pockets instead.
Dad leaves on Wednesday and from then on the rest of the week is veeeeeery quiet.
Thursday MOTH phones me at work. The Teen has an appointment at the hospital today for what I assume is pre-op for the melanoma. But no, she's having it removed then and there with a local anesthetic.
Friday we attend a linen party for an old neighbour of ours. We are the only ones to turn up. The stuff is lovely but very expensive. I purchase a tri-pillow and a pillowcase. It's $64.00. It's MOTH's birthday present I tell him.
Saturday The Teen tells me her arm is very sore. Ah well. Seems they offered her painkillers at the hospital but she said she already had some. Turned out she didn't. But hey, they've never given me the choice before, don't know why they did there. She thought she had 13 stitches - then tells me that Skywalker had been looking at it and there might be more. The incision site is about 5cm long *2inches*. Hmmm. No wonder it's a bit ouch.
Today is Monday again, and The Elder comes home today. There goes the neighbourhood! But Freddy will be ecstatic!
4 comments:
they do make a big cut. Mine are all quite large for such a tiny spot of cancer.
Freddie loves his mama. How sweet! Hahah!
*wooss* - I have a papercut, so I feel woosssssssssssyyyyyyyyyyyy :-)
Somebody turned down the offer of painkillers? Who taught that girl?
Do you know how much can get on the blackmarket for painkillers lol :P
Sounds all very ouchy. MM has to get one cut off the top of his scalp...lucky he's bald there now but still gonna be a big boo boo!
*parkh* did you actually get a parkh at the airport??
ooo so sad yoou are the only ones who turned up to the linen party. Thanks heavens you did!
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