You know its going to be a challenging day when…

Its raining outside, you turn on the television and you get the end credits of Roary the Racing Car. My first day post-operative day without hubby. The wound is bleeding, mmm, that’s not good. Never mind, the Mother – in -Law will appear soon.

Fast forward a couple of hours and I find myself standing in Stockwood Discovery Centre with the Mother-in -law. Unfortunately they have an exhibition on the British Postal Service, including a toddler ride on Postman Pat Van. “I don’t put money in those things,” I hint to the M-I-L. She takes the hint. We only have to stand there for half an hour. You can climb aboard some of the the carriages at Stockwood. Its not good to going during the school holidays, Toddler boy climbed aboard, seven seven years olds felt they should join him. I stood there in fear.

On our return, I had a phone call from the very swanky bed shop. Your credit card has been declined. “It can’t have been, its new. Toddler boy wants his bed. Celebrities endorse it. I’ll phone the credit card company, thanks.” On to Egg Credit cards, for once I navigated their system. Eventually I spoke to someone;

” Yes we do have all your details, you have credit in your account, we closed it last week”.
“WHAT!, You see I’m trying to buy something…”
“Nothing we can do I’m afraid and you can’t open another account with us for a year”
“WHAT!” A number of expletives ran through my mind.
Not to worry I have a John Lewis card, it just needs activating. Again, another series of questions successfully key-padded.
“Your card has not been activated recently so we cancelled it”
“What” OFGS, GRRRRRRRR. That’s teenage speak, to express my slight aggravation.

Meanwhile, in the living room, Toddler boy is bouncing around the Mother-in-Law on the sofa, in a manner only allowed by grandparents. There is a sudden spell of silence followed by a wail. I rush over, Toddler boy has passed out and is now screaming blue murder. This continues for about fifteen minutes despite being offered crisps, chocolate, sweeties and lollipops.

I phone the doctors; “Take him to the Minor Injuries unit”
I take him to the minor injuries unit which as its the NHS has a 30 minute parking limit and sees patients in 40 minutes or so. I have to go and speak to the man in the box about the parking. Whilst I’m away, an aggravated nurse wants to deal with Toddler Boy. I can’t be in two places at once. “You need to take him to A & E” Why, oh, why didn’t I just take him there in the first place, I think to myself. All the time wondering if there is a deepening red stain around my middle.

At baby A & E, Toddler boy decides he can walk, a bit, to the Fireman Sam Fire Engine. The nurse sees this. We have caught him out. Still, she advises its worth waiting to see the doctor, so I wait, for a long time. During the last ten minutes of my stay, a chav family come in. Six people for one toddler is a bit extreme. “Hes got a really high temperature” Oh God, I think to myself. A few members of the family and the child go off with the nurse. They are stupid. The child returns without his T-Shirt. He steals the Fire Engine from us, polluting the nearby air with his disease. Because I consider myself Middle Class, I say “Don’t worry, not a problem, no really, its fine”. That is not what I am thinking.

The Doctor sees the boy “Bring him back in three days if he is still not walking properly, I don’t want to irradiate him unnecessarily”. As I walk past the nurses station they say “Swine Flu”.

I return home. I ever so slightly burn the Pasta with spinach, sweetcorn and Gruyere. No-one notices. There is some new boy in Eastenders. There’s blood on my Pyjamas from the wound. I think I need some drugs. Deep breaths. And, that is the essence of life in the UK today.


8 Responses

  1. Muddling Along Mummy 28th July 2009 / 9:14 am

    Oh my that sounds like the day from hell<br><br>We were thinking of Stockwood for a day trip but it doesn&#39;t sound that great … might have to give that a pass<br><br>Hope things are better today

  2. miss leslieanne 28th July 2009 / 9:19 am

    you poor thing :(<br><br>how is the wound today? better i hope?<br><br>and I know exactly what you mean about the chav family – see them in town all too often- one pram, usually decorated with more lace than a dozen brides, mummy, gran, great gran, an assortment of other young girls &amp; their blokes – great fun when they pile into mothercare just before you 😛

  3. Brit in Bosnia / Fraught Mummy 28th July 2009 / 9:30 am

    That is one tough day without your own wound to deal with. Not quite sure how you managed to get all the way through it in one piece!

  4. zooarchaeologist 28th July 2009 / 9:37 am

    THanks all! Muddling along mummy- Stockwood really is a good day out- I was just having a bad one!

  5. The wife of bold 28th July 2009 / 10:10 am

    You need a medal… that is definately a day from hell, aparantly what doesn&#39;t kill you makes you stronger…now i&#39;ll bet my life a bloke came up with that one!!!!<br><br>Hope your week gets better and your wound x x

  6. Aussie Mum 28th July 2009 / 12:06 pm

    What a terrible day – hope your week (and you) gets better soon!

  7. allgrownup 30th July 2009 / 7:39 pm

    oh gosh, not sure how you managed. x

  8. Amy 25th August 2009 / 5:55 am

    Coming over from the blog carnival. What a bad day!

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