I’ve been married a frigging long time

It was my 26th Wedding Anniversary yesterday.  So before I go any further, let me just wish dear Hubby a Happy Anniversary publicly (I wished him in private already wink wink )

I went to the card store a few days ago and asked the lady for a “I’ve been married a frigging long time” card.  She thought I was very funny.

I got a gift voucher for a “Tantric Massage” with a therapist who is not based to far from where we live.  I did blog about this a few weeks ago and must admit I am slightly curious.  Feeling a little cowardly about it at the moment but I am sure I will pluck up the courage to see what it is all about.  Hopefully it will be a blogging moment.

Last year Hubby gave me 25 flower bouquets – one delivered on a Friday every 2 weeks.  Hubby is not very romantic and I was blown away by the gift.  I received my last bouquet on Friday and will miss getting them this year.  I thought I would share them with you.  Each one beautiful and original.

They are beautiful!

Lanthie Ransom

Fashion shows and Boys will be Boys

Debated what title to give this post – it fits firmly within my Boys will be Boys series but as this is so recent, I decided on Fashion Shows and Boys will be Boys.

I am currently sitting at our local hospital. Son no 3 has just been taken to surgery to have his wrist set. The full story is as follows:

Son no 3 is part of the backstage / technical crew for his school. The grade 11’s have just had their annual fashion show event and he of course was part of the crew that worked on it. Last night was their last performance and son no 3 arranged for me to collect him at about 11pm after they had de-rigged some of the equipment after the show.

I leave home in plenty of time last night armed with my iPad – it is typical for them to be delayed and I have sat in the car park before for an hour or so with nothing to do.

On my way there, I get a call from the school. Son no 3 has fallen off a step ladder and hurt himself and can I come collect him. I explain I am on my way and should be there within 10 minutes.

5 minutes later I get another call – they are struggling to keep him conscious – he keeps dozing off and he is in a lot of pain – can I meet them at the hospital – one of the other student parents is an orthopaedic surgeon and he arrived there and has stabilised his arm.

Luckily the hospital is 2 blocks away from the school and I arrive just before they do.

I am standing in reception when they bring him in. They are helping him walk and he is very drowsy. His arm is secured by 2 plastic bits they found laying around the school hall and they have a pillow under his arm to stabilise it as well. We get a wheelchair for him and he is wheeled into the ER.

Of course I can’t go in – I need to fill in the 50 forms first with medical aid details before they will look at him (don’t you just live hospitals!)

So finally I get to go in. We have to keep talking to him to keep him conscious – he is in absolute agony. They assess him and agree he needs X-rays, but first they need to deal with the pain.

So out comes a drip with a small bag and a bottle. This is put in and the contents of both siphoned into him very quickly. He is still in pain…

So the doc orders some morphine for him and they put this in the drip. Ten minutes later he is still in pain….

So the doc orders more morphine.

In amongst all this – I can feel one of my menopausal moments kicking in – the temperature has just been raised by 20 degrees – I feel feignt and nauseous. I rush to the bathroom to splash myself with some cold water and just to breathe….

Eventually the pain is relieved enough to send him down to X-rays. They take the X-rays and we head back to the ER.

The report comes back – he has fractured his wrist in 2 places. It obviously needs to be set under anaesthetic. They need to call in an orthopaedic surgeon to have a look before anything else happens.

Son no 3 doesn’t want to see the surgeon on call – he wants the parent who saw him at school to come. The parent had called the hospital earlier and volunteered to come through as well so they were aware of him. He is called and 30 minutes later he arrives.

He looks at the X-rays and agrees with the report. He recommends that son no 3 is transferred to another hospital where “Doctor Wrist” is based. He is apparently the best doctor for this type of injury – he has been informed of the issue and it was arranged that son no 3 can go home for a few hours and then we would meet Doctor Wrist at 8am. So his arm is put into a cast to stabilise it until the morning.

So here I am – feeling rather sorry for myself – didn’t get much sleep, my stomach is in knots and I am a worried mother.

Seen the doctor and the anaesthetist and filled in more forms. They have just taken him into theatre. He should be back in the ward in about 90 minutes and he can go home as soon as he is up and about.

Suppose he now has a good excuse to get out of his chores for the next 6 weeks….

24th Anniversary

Been a busy few days.  Had the pleasure of working with Synchronised Marketing & Events agency on the Discovery Invest Leadership Summit 2011 for the last few days.   Finally have a few minutes to do a quick post.

Yesterday was my 24th wedding anniversary!  Celebrated with hubby and kids at our local Spur for dinner last night – Yes, I am afraid that this is what celebrating means after 24 years! 

We exchanged cards at around 4.30am just before I left for the Sandton Convention Centre for the Summit. Hubby bought me a few little items to put around my neck – not the sparkly version I’m afraid – a little out of our budget at the moment.

We have had a life-time together, done some amazing things in our 24 years and been to some amazing places.  If fact we have been together for 27 odd years. 

We have 4 of the best sons anyone could ever wish to have and they remind us everyday how lucky we are.  Our 2 eldest sons have shown extreme maturity in dealing with the big wide world and have both made us extremely proud. I have no doubt our 2 younger ones will follow in their footsteps.

This year has probably been our worst year – mostly due to our joint company having less work than ever before which has of course brought the associated stress.  We have had to cut back in all aspects of our life.  In fact, it has been so bad we have not drawn a salary in about a year.  All I can say is thank goodness we saved all these years as this is what has kept us going.  Only problem of course is that the savings account is looking a little sorry for itself at the moment and needs replenishing. 

Hopefully the economic climate will start improving and work will start rolling in again.  I am a “glass is half full” type of person so I refuse to believe that we are in for another recession – not sure we could survive things getting worse than they are now.

I would like to thank my husband for his love and support over the last 24 years and look forward to our 25th.

Chow for now!