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Published: December 15th 2006
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my driving license arrived
how useful it will be for the next 6 weeks or so Actually I don't have a cut on my butt...Tis one of the few places I don't. Someone else in the bungalow of fun (Angela) managed it walking into a lampost apparently.
Anyways, I was soooooo excited about all of the piccys I managed to get on the blog, that I managed to forget to mention all the interesting little incidents that had happened. For example, a man on a unicycle, juggling as he rode up the main street in ch.ch. Our 1st expedition to a jazz bar...Most excellent. The cray lady at work who ordered a coffee and milkshake, told me Jesus loves me as I delivered them, then 30 mins later returned the coffee informing me that she doesn't drink the stuff but felt she'd got a message from God telling her to buy it for me - I don't drink coffee for those of you who don't know, especially cold coffee that's been sitting with a crazy lady for half an hour. Nice thought though. There was also a party in the supermarket where they gave us lots of mince pies and choccies and ice cream and lots of stuff. That was the best fun I've ever had
my shoulder
now please ignore the fact that I'm straight from the shower and looking sexy, to focus on the difference in shoulders grocery shopping.
I'm trying to keep the tales short and sweet for the following reason. Today is my day off and as I mentioned in the last entry, we were planning to undertake a road trip most extreme. This plan all went to pots however. I realised I hadn't tried out the medical systems of Nerw Zealand yet and fell off my bike. It was the 1st day of my get fit attempts so went up a hill before work. For once the journey back down hurt more than the climb up as I took a wee tumble over the handle bars. I got up and dragged my crumpled bike and self to the pavement for a little break and to stop shaking. Clogging the pavement I realised that a group of young mums with pushchairs needed past. I couldn't move my arm...at all. They handily pointed out I might have dislocated my shoulder. This seemed to make some sense. I asked if I could borrow a phone to quickly call my friends to come pick me up. Woke them up and off they toddled in their pjs to get me. All was saved.
They took chuffing
my bloody bits
it took me 24 hours to get out of these clothes, and even then Louise had to help. The look on my face is one of pure pain mixed with a drug cocktail. ages! Apparently they reversed the car into our recycling bin in their haste to retrieve me - this scattered many a tin can and vino bottle into the main road so they felt obliged to retrieve them before more accidents happened. They then took a wrong turning and got lost. Nightmare. They were about 35 mins later than expected. In the meantime, the trail of blood was attracting wellmeaning passersby. I was trying really, really hard not to cry and tell them all was A.O.K. New Zealanders are very nice. One lady gave me mints for the shock, and another offered me a cup of tea. About 25 different people stopped their cars all-in-all. It was way embarrassing but I was past caring.
Eventually the cavalry did arrive and I cried and got whisked to ch.ch's A&E. Instead of the 4 hour wait I got taken straight through (possibly due to the dripping blood and tears), where they set up an IV and injected some morphine into me. Relief at last. Sweet swett morphine. Emma went home to call work for me and picked up milkshakes and choccies for the shock. What a star. Louise stayed through the X-rays and a cup full of painkillers (taking the total number of pain relief types to 4). I was then told my collar bone was broken; not just a little broken as I'd hopefully enquired, but def in 2. This meant a possible operation and a journey to the bone shop. I was therefore nil-by-mouth, so no milkshake or chocs. One of the painkillers needs to be taken on food though, so decided to make me pukey. I got to lie down and await the decision over the op.
No operation required - yip yipee. I got to go home where I slept a lot. I was rather ill (stupid pills). I hurt, but I will get better. I'm not allowed to go back to work for ages and at home they don't even let me get my own brekkie without help. Everypne needs good friends at a time like this, and mine are being absolute superstars; I can't cut my food, squeeze toothepaste onto my brush, get dressed ( the only thing I can wear easily is ironically my work shirt). Apart from that I reckons I'll be better very quickly. We've decorated my sling and I've found a skirt of Lou's which doesn't rub a sore bit and covers the bandages which I've got to keep on for a week.
So I sit typing this one-handed, pretty safe in the knowledge that I won't be doing anything exciting for chuffing ages. So Merry Christmas to y'all. Drink lots and eat many a mince pie. word out...
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lots of spelling mistakes there Rhiannon, having a buggered shoulder is no excuse for sloppiness ... looking hot though