OK - some joker upstairs was listening when I crowed about everything familywise and Sandywise being so much better than this time last year. A day after his rugby match he started up with the same hip pain that put him in hospital last March. Poor child finally couldn't cope with the pain so spent Sat-Sun night on a trolley in a hospital corridor then got a drug-induced sleep from 5.30 Sunday morning until the specialist came round to say - 'Oh, yeah, well, looks like the same thing... no point in X-raying.. bed rest until Thursday..' His mum was hopping mad (being an osteopath she knows a thing or two and there are some true nasties that could be happening in the body of an eleven year old and she would like to know for sure they aren't happening in her sons' body.. and what the hell do they get paid for anyway...? ) Eventually she sprung him, against advice. He is home, will go to school, be propelled around in a wheel chair and thus spared the mind-numbing boredom of life on the Children's Ward.
At least this time it isn't all clouded over with emotional stuff... but maybe I should shut up right there...
It's tough staying atheist sometimes. I'm a superstitious athiest.
Daughter and I had nice time filling a trolley at wholesale prices at the wholesale health food store on Saturday before the worst of this kicked off. I think I might enjoy presiding part-time over her new shop.
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Maybe it is the time of year for upheavel in our lives, just to reassure us that we are not in charge.
At S.L.A.P.P.E.R.S. there are 6 of us [the whole group] all in the grip of some form of angst, or at least a nasty cold.
Last Friday we just put our heads down and stitched in the communal belief that if we don't look, maybe it will go away.
The weather is foul and I feel so much for those in the flooded areas, I hope you are all safe.
Sanders is going to be fine and the new "shop" sounds great.
Cheers Gillian
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