Week of Hell
Well, after having the most wonderful time on the long weekend, with an absolutely Angelic child, and seeing a heap of people that we don't get to see often or have not met face to face before we had a nice, relaxing week...Then last friday happened.
Barry was at work, playing touch footy with a few clients, nothing special, nothing out of the ordinary and then whack, he feels like he has been hit in the back of the ankle with a rock, then drops like a sack of potatoes.
Friday afternoon - Appointment with the doctor,
Saturday morning - Ultra-sound on ankle
Monday morning - Collects ultrasound results and sees doctor again. "Total rupture of the left Achilles Tendon"... Requires surgery. Referral to specialist. Gets back to the car and realises he has locked the keys in the car. Calls me, I feed Hannah, get the bus, get into Parramatta to give him my key. We get back home just before 1pm to discover SOME FUCKER HAS BROKEN INTO OUR HOUSE!!!!!
They have stolen my lap top and our video camera. Luckily, because we had been out on Sunday, I still had the camera in the nappy bag otherwise we would have lost all of our photos of Hannah.
Tuesday afternoon - Barry has appointment with specialist, he is booked in for surgery next Monday. Barry's foot is splinted until then. He is not really able to drive. He is completely unable to help me with Hannah, or the housework, or, well, anything at all.
I had plans for this weekend, plans I really want to keep. I have a friends party and a game on saturday night, I organised today to go to my Aunt's place on Sunday. Now, with Barry completely unable to drive I don't see how we will be able to unless he is willing to let me drive him around, and I don't see how I can convince him that it will be ok.
I am keeping it together, but am looking forward to being alone on Monday so that I can have the really big cry that I feel I need to have to get out all the frustration and anger that I am feeling at the moment.
I can't take it out on Barry. I can't let him know how upset I am that I am probably going to miss this weekend.
*sigh* Never mind... we will get through it. We will simply deal with it.
Barry was at work, playing touch footy with a few clients, nothing special, nothing out of the ordinary and then whack, he feels like he has been hit in the back of the ankle with a rock, then drops like a sack of potatoes.
Friday afternoon - Appointment with the doctor,
Saturday morning - Ultra-sound on ankle
Monday morning - Collects ultrasound results and sees doctor again. "Total rupture of the left Achilles Tendon"... Requires surgery. Referral to specialist. Gets back to the car and realises he has locked the keys in the car. Calls me, I feed Hannah, get the bus, get into Parramatta to give him my key. We get back home just before 1pm to discover SOME FUCKER HAS BROKEN INTO OUR HOUSE!!!!!
They have stolen my lap top and our video camera. Luckily, because we had been out on Sunday, I still had the camera in the nappy bag otherwise we would have lost all of our photos of Hannah.
Tuesday afternoon - Barry has appointment with specialist, he is booked in for surgery next Monday. Barry's foot is splinted until then. He is not really able to drive. He is completely unable to help me with Hannah, or the housework, or, well, anything at all.
I had plans for this weekend, plans I really want to keep. I have a friends party and a game on saturday night, I organised today to go to my Aunt's place on Sunday. Now, with Barry completely unable to drive I don't see how we will be able to unless he is willing to let me drive him around, and I don't see how I can convince him that it will be ok.
I am keeping it together, but am looking forward to being alone on Monday so that I can have the really big cry that I feel I need to have to get out all the frustration and anger that I am feeling at the moment.
I can't take it out on Barry. I can't let him know how upset I am that I am probably going to miss this weekend.
*sigh* Never mind... we will get through it. We will simply deal with it.