Geek Rock

As I mentioned in previous blog posts, I have been sick. Well I went to dad’s house. I was watching some TV and then I got tired and climbed into bed and slept for quite a while. Until I go woken up by dad. I was confused and then excited that I got to go to school. He told me: No, we’re eating supper now

Me: Bummer

I then promptly told dad that I was fine and that I didn’t want supper and that I was fine in bed. He told me that I didn’t have a choice and that the lounge was nice and warm. I got up, told dad to get me something to drink, got my two stools that I eat and sit on and waited. The last thing I remember is dad coming in putting my dinner on my stool and me just looking at it…

Apparently what had happened is dad then said: “ Lets close our eyes for grace” he then did he continued, “Tamsyn you’ll like this I made the rice” (that’s a standing joke with us*). I didn’t laugh so dad turned to look at me and I was falling into my rice. I was going in and out of conciseness. My lips where as white as paper, I was very clammy, I lost control of my bladder. Dad was patting me down with a cloth while Miranda and Jessica packed a bad for me. Apparently I was boiling hot and very heavy. I was leaning back on dad. All I remember is hearing dad calling my name so I came into conciseness again and I felt my wet trousers and was very distressed (which is understandable seeing as I’m 12 and 5months so, yes, I wasn’t pleased). I remember being helped to the car in the mean while taking off my wet trousers. I was wearing my socks and I was feeling cooler and less out of this world. Dad put me on his shoulder to carry me to the car ‘cos the ground was wet. I remember saying: “Ow you’re hurting my stomach”. And he was. He had one of his bones in my stomach. Some sort of shoulder bone. We went to the emergency room. I was put into a wheelchair. There was so much asking of questions and everything. I was so sick of answering questions by the end of it. They took blood, which meant needles. They gave me a drip, which meant needles. They needed to change the drip twice, which meant more needles. Turns out I’m not a big fan of needles. I had a whole bunch of sticky things stuck to my chest. Then wiry things clipped on to those then taken off. Then the sticky things were forgotten about.  I had to go for X-rays. This was the scariest. All I had to do was stand up facing one way put my shoulders foreword and take a deep breath. I did the first on e but then straight after had to sit down because I was getting the faint feeling. I did. The X-ray lady was very sympathetic. I stood up for the second one and the faint feeling was almost instant but we got the second photo but I was crazy close to fainting again. I was taken in a bed and after that second photo I was lying face down on the bed. I only had to do it one more time. This time it was the easiest because I had to hang on to something. I got taken back and told I was staying over. I had my drip changed and laid in the waiting bedroom. Mom did the medical aid and after a long time I was put in the paediatric ward.    THE      PEADIATRIC      WARD!?!?!?!?!    So not great but at least a bed. I thought I could sleep more than and hour. Ha, ha, ha poor deluded me. I was woken up every hour when they came and changed my supply of drip stuff. And when it wasn’t that  they woke me up to check my pulse and my blood pressure. And when they weren’t waking me up for THAT my lovely next-door neighbour was crying me awake. And when it wasn’t THAT it was some other baby. And they came and did that every hour until they opened my curtains as some sort of ‘subtle’ wake up call, which I’ll have everyone know, I promptly ignored. I was dreaming and slowly drifting off when dad came. And then mom. So my hopes of sleeping where shattered. My ‘yummy’ breakfast came and I was given a numbing patch so that when they check my blood again it wouldn’t hurt as much. My ‘yummy’ breakfast was a) the first thing I’d eaten since 14:30 the previous day so I was peckish. I was given scrambled eggs with an S shaped sausage. It was not particularly appetizing. I was also given a fruit bowl. That was quite nice but it consisted mainly of melon, which I can eat, but I don’t usually. I ate a bit of that and ate some sugar free sweets and Date and Almond balls. It was good. Mom and dad went to get there (probably much nicer) breakfast when the dr. came I had to answer all his questions. Then finally after almost all of his examination mom and dad came back. He told me I was free to go. I nearly objected because I’d already chosen the chicken snitchel with mushroom sauce for dinner. A little disappointing. I packed up took off my numbing patch as we didn’t use it. I am writing this now and it’s still very numb. It’s exactly like having a dead leg that doesn’t want to wake up.

We arrived at the hospital at 19:25 and got to my room at 23:30 and everyone (mom, dad, Miranda) left at 23:50. I went to sleep at ?unknown

*Dad had cooked rice for us twice.

1^st time: We told him we were hungry and that he was taking long so he put the rice in for 4 min. It was like eating rock.

2nd time: I wasn’t even there he put it in for 18 min. 4 min. at a time always adding water and still it was like softer rock