It was an interesting weekend, permeated by the planned trip, the unexpected trip(s) and everything in between.
The long awaited planned trip was an overnight stay in the fabulous Druid's Glen Resort Hotel. This involved some relaxation, fun chats and was thoroughly enjoyable. The fun chats, it must be said, went on 'til the early hours of the morning. You know how it goes, lots of world problems to be sorted over a vodka or two etc; etc.....
The next morning dawned and had a certain air of the morning-after about it, after all that world-problem-solving no doubt. Ahem... Yesterday went as planned, until I got home that is and took an unexpected trip on the wet patio outside, in the pourings of rain. It's more interesting to take a tumble in the pourings of rain - you get a wet ass to go with your damaged ego. And a big lump on your head to boot.
My head met my patio door with an unmerciful whack yesterday afternoon, I've never experienced anything like it. Apart from when I was 4 or 5 years old and split my head on the skirting boards, but I only remember the pain of the stitches then, not the pain of the fall! Thankfully there was no head-splitting yesterday, just a splitting headache. Turns out both my head and my patio door are made of very strong stuff.
But you can't take a chance with a head trauma can you?
Not wanting to make a fuss, nor to take a chance, I phoned our health insurer's on-call nurse to see what I should do. Her advice containing the terrifying warning of potential head bleed or coma sent me flying toute suite to the A & E of our local cottage-type hospital. Flying pale-faced and on wobbly legs that is!
Oh, the thoughts that flitted through my battered head, but we won't go there! Suffice it to say I felt a band of steely determination that nothing bad would happen build behind my eyes and hung onto that!
I've been to this A & E before many times, with the patient, but never for myself. Once again I noticed how well resourced and calm this section of the hospital seemed to be, although there weren't that many patients there. The doctors in particular seemed to spend a lot of their time on the computers and flitting about than seeing patients. The flitting about could have involved them being called to patients on wards though.
Given the time of day I was there a meal was offered, just a healthy salad, brown bread and tea. I couldn't help but think that if this was an airline business, say Ryan Air for example, you would be charged for the food or only offered it if you were there a certain length of time. The business would then ensure you were never there that long so they wouldn't have to fork out. A way to reduce hospital waiting times I wondered?!!
However this is a public service not a business and I'm glad for that. It is right to offer food. I partook of the bread and tea only. At a cost of €100 a visit to A & E it was the most expensive cup of tea I have ever had! A two and a half hour wait wasn't too bad though and the doctor I saw was lovely and re-assuring.
Thankfully all seems to be okay. I awoke today with no real headaches but feeling a bit shook and a tad sorry for myself! A pain in my back tells me I must have hit my back also when I fell but didn't realise it.
Yesterday's events serves as a reminder of the unexpectedness of life- you just never know what can happen or where you're going to end up.
I'm also reminded of the dangers of being a Home Alone SAHM (or elderly person) and am thankful I wasn't alone yesterday.
So far nothing bad has happened and life goes on.
After all I have show-work to do and a birthday to celebrate in a couple of days time!
There, that puts the smile right back on my face .... :-)