So I had half an update written on how hard it is to actually DO something unusual each day when the daily grind gets in the way, and also how I'm pretty sure I killed the taste of my first caramel mocha on skim with too many sugars, but then I ended up in emergency.
Or rather, my husband was a patient in emergency whereas I was the wife answering all the questions and trying hard to make it look like I HADN'T beaten hubby with the frying pan (which I didn't do in case you wondering).
So naturally my planned 'unusual-ness' got surpassed by other events: again. Only this time it was inflicted by hubby instead of mother nature. This wasn't a bad thing though as a number of unusual things got to happen instead.
Hubby got hit in the eye whilst keeping in his Saturday cricket game: this in itself is unusual because he's faced thousands of deliveries over the years without a helmet and has never been hit before. I was doing the supportive wife thing from the sideline yelling "get up you wimp you'll be fine" before they called for a towel.
Who would've thought a world like 'towel' can you turn your day upside down? As soon as we heard that one of my fellow WAGs turned to me and said "you know what towel means don't you?" We both nodded knowingly and said in unison "blood." So it was off to the ER for some stitches before the planned comeback to score those final 15 runs to win himself a new cricket bat....
And then he lost his vision.
Right so not just stitches, an ambulance ride to Canberra hospital, an ultrasound, CT scan and overnight admittance instead. Not a usual Saturday by any means.
What also made this particular situation unusual is that he was the patient and I was the carer. I've been in emergency three times since we've been together, only I had the audacity to be admitted two nights in a row in hospitals 5 hours apart.
This is why I had no problem sitting patiently by his bedside instead of cooking the 3-course meal from scratch I had planned. Though eavesdropping on conversations trying to figure out what was going on in the beds around us contributed greatly to my willingness to sit still for a few hours.
Before these events unfolded though I hadn't really managed to make too much unusual except that I made a decision to wear a dress to work every single day, including wearing my 'party' dress on Thursday - that was fun. I'd recommend it to anyone: work really seems so much better when you're wearing hot heels and a cute purple dress.
Oh, and the aforementioned coffee debacle: I won't become a coffee drinker anytime soon!!
Or rather, my husband was a patient in emergency whereas I was the wife answering all the questions and trying hard to make it look like I HADN'T beaten hubby with the frying pan (which I didn't do in case you wondering).
So naturally my planned 'unusual-ness' got surpassed by other events: again. Only this time it was inflicted by hubby instead of mother nature. This wasn't a bad thing though as a number of unusual things got to happen instead.
Hubby got hit in the eye whilst keeping in his Saturday cricket game: this in itself is unusual because he's faced thousands of deliveries over the years without a helmet and has never been hit before. I was doing the supportive wife thing from the sideline yelling "get up you wimp you'll be fine" before they called for a towel.
Who would've thought a world like 'towel' can you turn your day upside down? As soon as we heard that one of my fellow WAGs turned to me and said "you know what towel means don't you?" We both nodded knowingly and said in unison "blood." So it was off to the ER for some stitches before the planned comeback to score those final 15 runs to win himself a new cricket bat....
And then he lost his vision.
Right so not just stitches, an ambulance ride to Canberra hospital, an ultrasound, CT scan and overnight admittance instead. Not a usual Saturday by any means.
What also made this particular situation unusual is that he was the patient and I was the carer. I've been in emergency three times since we've been together, only I had the audacity to be admitted two nights in a row in hospitals 5 hours apart.
This is why I had no problem sitting patiently by his bedside instead of cooking the 3-course meal from scratch I had planned. Though eavesdropping on conversations trying to figure out what was going on in the beds around us contributed greatly to my willingness to sit still for a few hours.
Before these events unfolded though I hadn't really managed to make too much unusual except that I made a decision to wear a dress to work every single day, including wearing my 'party' dress on Thursday - that was fun. I'd recommend it to anyone: work really seems so much better when you're wearing hot heels and a cute purple dress.
Oh, and the aforementioned coffee debacle: I won't become a coffee drinker anytime soon!!
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