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| My Family |
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Lou Lou - Me!:::::::
Hubby - Long suffering husband :::::::
Princess - My almost 11 year old daughter :::::::
Beast Dog - My collie cross (who is anything but a beast! :::::::
Arum and Scarum - My folks::::::: Sis- My little sister who is taller than me!::::::: Scarlet - My bestest friend |
| Medically Me! |
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The two biggest medical events were in 1998 when I fractured my spine and in 2003 when I had a golf ball sized benign tumour removed from my breast.
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| Odd Me! |
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I broke my wrist trying to recreate Balero on roller skates, on my own... (twat):::::::
I'm very scared of mice, but cockroaches don't really bother me!(as much):::::::
I am a bit compulsive about washing my hands :::::::
I have Singstar rating singing "Heaven is a Place on Earth!"
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Under Construction! - More to come here!
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| being a mum |
| Tuesday, August 16, 2005 |
Being a mum is the most wonderful thing i ever have done. it fills me with love, happiness, pride, annoyance, and sometimes it damn well scares the shit out of me. today was one of those days.
A normal day, housework done, princess out playing i decide to take a break and have a go on the playstation2 i'm really crap but keep trying to crack the game my daugfhter has gone past me at! The phone rings. I sort the problem. I ring D. We're chit chatting when she says...I can hear crying. Yeah ok, whats's it this time petty squabbles. How wrong was i.
I put down the phone and went to my door, to hear my daughter screaming . "Mummy i fell Mummy I fell." My heart lept into my mouth. If you are a parent you'll know what i mean. There's a really big difference between a cry and a true cry when your child is truly hurt. Taking her into the kitchen, I look her over, shes hysterical.
I see blood on her hands and mop it up and keep asking her where she is hurt, she says she doesn't know. All she says is she fell, she's sorry she was in the tree. The very tree i have warned her about until i am blue in the face.
My princess has very long hair, and a lot of it, wearing it down today, i turned her round to check over her back and then i saw the blood. Pouring off her and yeto panic mode. I'm guessing its from her head but she has so much hair i can't see where from. Pressing a teatowel to her head D drives us to the doctors, no time to call hubby. Princess screaming she doesn't want stitches. Running in, i garble that someone has to see her immediately. We are ushered into the triage room.
After what seemed like a lifetime, my shocked, scared child clinging to me we establish she has a head wound. It's not horrendous but there is a lot of blood. The doctor views it and decides to leave it open, as it should heal better. It's about 2 cm and a few mm wide. (besides if she has stitches or glue she won't be able to ski at the weekend, she was very concerned about this, princess that is) we have to go back tomorrow for review and if it needs to be done then, they'll do it.
She has had to sit quiet all afternoon, the beach plans gone down the drain i've had to sit through the santa clause (in bloody august) and eat minstrels. it took me several attempts to wash her clean of all the blood, her clothes are in soak in salt water i'll be lucky if i don't have to throw them away. It took me 45 minutes to wash the blood out of her hair, gone so crispy due to the heat i could probably use it to open a letter! (very difficult to wash out and of course avoiding the section of her head that is hurt)
I've given her a bollocking. She won't climb that bloody tree again. It could have been so much worse. She got of lightly. tree + flipflops+ child = bloody stupid.
The emotions that poured through me in that hour have exhausted me. i'm oh so thankful she's ok. I'm oh so happy, i don't want to let her out of my sight, yet at the same time i'm bloody angry for her for doing something so bloody daft.
Does that make sense?
Love
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posted by Lou Lou @ 2:56:00 pm   |
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