A series of unfortunate events
on Oct 25 in General by DanThey say bad things happen in threes:
One
Yesterday morning my neighbor and I drove into each other. He was reversing into a parking space and I was going in forwards. The whole thing seemed to happen in slow motion. I can even remember thinking to myself “If only there was some way I could make a noise with something in order to warn him he’s backing into me”. Yes, I know, like my car horn. Sometimes I’m not the quickest of thinkers. My neighbor was all set to take responsibility but to be honest the fault was pretty mutual. We didn’t have time to sort it all out properly as Kerry needed to take the car in order to drive to the train station.
Two
Yesterday afternoon I was driving our second car home from an enjoyable day out with the kids when the clutch suddenly gave out. I found myself half way up a rather steep hill franticly revving my engine and slipping steadily backwards. I managed to stop safely and called out the recovery service. Three quarters of an hour later I found myself being towed at breakneck pace along extremely narrow and winding roads, franticly trying to remember the thousands of instructions on how to be towed safely that I’d just signed a form to say I’d understood.
Three
At 1am this morning the cold that Evan has been struggling with for the past three or four days took a turn for the worse. He vomited all over our bed, had a temperature of 39°C and he had a breath rate of over 60/minute. After calpol and ten puffs on his inhaler he was no better so Kerry took him down to accident and emergency. They’ve managed to get his breathing back to normal but the oxygen levels in his blood are still too low so they have kept him in for observation. Long term readers of the blog will know that this has happened before, if fact it’s happened twice, so we’re confident everything is going to be ok within a day or two. It’s still pretty horrible to have a child in the hospital though.
[Update: Evan's back home now, which is probably just as well as he was beginning to get very unruly. Every time anyone would walk past his crib he stood up, rattled the bars, and waved at them maniacally yelling "HI YA!!" until they payed him some attention. A happy wheezer indeed. The admission was just a precautionary one and, while he's still not 100%, he's certainly a lot better this morning.]
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An honest person! :) I hope your baby is fine now.
Horrible indeed. Fast recovery to Evan!
One and Two don’t really matter in the long run. Sure, they’re infuriating but…
I hope Three is ok. I’m looking forward to reading more stories about snot and laughing at bodily functions.
When I told Toni about the two car problems she said “I wonder wht the third thing will be”. I hope Evan is OK. If there is anything that I can do (baby sitting etc.) let me know.
Actually, it’s the fourth time, but at least we know the drill.
I’ve just left Dan and Evan at the hospital waiting for ward rounds to see if he can come home yet. I’m shattered, as the ward was so busy I had to ‘sleep’ in a chair.
The thing is, Evan is what they call a happy wheezer. He looks all happy and pink so it’s not until they listen to his chest or measure his oxygen level that they become concerned. We are fortunate though that it only seems to take some extra medicine to get him back on track and each time they teach us a bit more of what we can do at home.
Hope you get him home soon – I’m sure all will be well. Likewise let us know if we can do anything – Lydia’s always happy to see Amy!
Take care xXx
That is indeed a bad day. I hope everything goes back to normal for you soon.
I hope all turns out well with Evan. Being in the hospital is a less than ideal way to spend the time.
Good to hear he’s okay. Also, sorry to hear about your bad “car”ma.
Glad to hear the happy little wheezer’s back home.
You should teach him to fake the wheezing when he’s OK, that way the two of you can scare the shit out of Kerry as a prank. Trust me, she’ll laugh about it.
If they take you up on that RtK, I’ll be taking your lead and making a claim for emotional distress…
Count the British references:
1. recovery service
2. 39°C
3. accident and emergency
4. calpol (I’ve never heard of it so I’m going to blame it on this too)
Honestly, I don’t know how I even get through this thing sometimes.
But I am glad Evan is doing better :-)