With that over, it was time to revert to medical nonsense. As its almost time for a checkup with one of my specialists off I went for the required CT scan. It went well but suddenly at the end I started to feel most unwell and started to react to the dye they had injected into me. They said it was a mild anaphylaxis. Oh my God! I never do anything the easy way. I ended up having to spend a few hours in the observation ward before being allowed to leave. The doctor said he had never seen a reaction like the one I had. Hahahahaha ...nothing new there.
When I was finally allowed to leave I headed off down to the carpark and went to pay. There for all to see was a sign I swear wasn't there on my way up - "does not accept credit cards". Now I don't carry much cash on me as a rule and having been for lunch with a girlfriend prior to coming for my scan, I was low on coins. I couldn't believe it! But within a couple of seconds every person in the queue had put their hands in their pockets and given me a few coins to pay my parking. I was overwhelmed by their kindness and ever so grateful that there are good people in this world.
Yesterday it was time to drive home to see my husband and rest. After an operation, a drain I carried for five days, an adverse reaction to a CT scan and a big move, it was time to go home to my own house. I was feeling unwell but the drive had to happen. (Remember I live four and a half hours from my children so its a long drive.) It was a spectacular day weather wise (so that helped) and I saw my favourite emu by the side of the road so I managed the trip OK.But by the time I got home I was absolutely exhausted. I felt worse. I felt burning on my back. I was drained. Checking in the mirror my worst fears were confirmed - shingles on my back. Like I said I don't do anything the easy way. Bed for me and a long sleep for 4 hours!
The husband came home and we had dinner. He then wanted to go for a quick drive to get the paper and I said I would go with him. I still felt exhausted but sort of felt he wanted the company and thought it wouldn't hurt me.
After a quick drive around we came back home to get ready for bed. And that's when we realised we had left the house keys at home. We had no way of getting into the house. My husband was totally and utterly unimpressed and claimed that he was getting too old to try and break into his own home. As it was after 9pm it also wasn't safe. We decided to go check into a motel and sort it out in the morning.
Every single motel in this damn town was SHUT. The husband by this stage was getting angrier and angrier. I suggested we sleep in the car till the morning and hoped my bladder would last. He was horrified. My husband loves his pillow more than me sometimes.
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With about 5% charge left on my mobile, I finally managed to locate an
after hours locksmith. He said it would take him an hour to get to us. I
wondered if he was going to have a quick nap first because really what
the hell would hold him up an hour that late at night?
Finally at 11pm he arrived. It took him 5 seconds and cost me $150. Normally I have no money ( as I said above ) but luckily this time I did, because he required immediate payment.
Grumpy husband put to bed.
Shingle Suzi put to bed.
Rocky start to my return home, but this too shall pass...and it gave me something to write about!
Till next time...xxx
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