First up….weigh in day tomorrow….it is NOT going to happen.
I’ve totally derailed myself. I’ve eaten like it’s going out of fashion….all junk mostly…..and chocolate 🍫
Although in saying that Tuesday was my birthday and I was taken out for the most beautiful meal in a very upscale restaurant for lunch by my daughter.
From there it went downhill.
Stress didn’t help.
On Friday son was sent home from work, his hand was all swollen. Got him into Drs, it’s an infection, antibiotics prescribed, blood tests and X-ray were done. Saturday and Sunday the hand and the fingers are very swollen, twice the size as Friday. Back to Drs and he shakes his head and sends him to emergency at the hospital. It’s an abscess they say, start him fasting as he may have surgery. Pump with intravenous antibiotics. He waits and waits and Surgeon there says I’m not a hand surgeon I’m not touching it and proceeded to book him into a Perth hospital . Sent home, have a feed, start fasting at 11pm and be at hospital by 8am where day surgery will be done.
Luckily hubby and I were heading to Perth next day as friends of ours from LA were sailing into Fremantle port as a stopover on their world cruise.
Anyways we got son to hospital, a little late as traffic was horrendous…and we left an hour early too. Made sure he was in the right place and continued onto the port to see Joe and Marian. Had a wonderful visit, one we’d been looking forward to for over 6 months. Last time we saw them was May 2018 when we stayed at their lovely home as a stopover on our way to Alaska.
Anyways we got son to hospital, a little late as traffic was horrendous…and we left an hour early too. Made sure he was in the right place and continued onto the port to see Joe and Marian. Had a wonderful visit, one we’d been looking forward to for over 6 months. Last time we saw them was May 2018 when we stayed at their lovely home as a stopover on our way to Alaska.
Anyways Shawn rang us after our visit and said no surgery today. Poor man all that fasting for nothing, and he’d be staying in overnight. Fingers crossed he’d be first up next day so we came home to prepare for another trip the next day.
Phone call from son next day, having surgery late afternoon, pick me up tomorrow.
He rings at 7.30, they discharging me, just have to get my discharge papers, Drs certificate and pick up my drugs…should be out by10.30. Yeahhhhhh right….we drove up there arriving by 10.30 and he never got out till nearly 1pm. None of us were very happy.
Anyways all done now.
So…..stress, takeaways and chocolate….ugggghhhhh
Tomorrow is Monday…..let’s see if I can climb onboard the WW train again…..
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