i know the joys ....

of friday night at poole hospital A and E department! oh yes i do and let me tell you it is pants!
no 1 son, river, went to tackle or some such a football at lunch yesterday, got pushed over, twisted his foot badly and, because of his bravado and love for christine, insisted on going to KFC (kids for christ - scuse me whilst i shudder violently) and christines house for dinner, not returning until gone 9pm by which time said foot was swollen and he had very limited movement. so exectutive decision was made to take him to casualty. paul had been at the tattooists yesterday morning, so wasnt too keen on having his open wound exposed to the goddess only knows what superbugs they have there.
i can safely say that half those people should have either been at home in bed or gone to D-Doc (the out of hours doc service) but thought they would present at A&E to clog up the system and generally pissing people off! some chap had been waiting to be transfered from bournemouth hossy via ambulance since 4.30pm (this was as we arrived at 10pm) to see the orthopeadic surgeon and was advised to get a lift in the end! when we left at just gone midnight he was still in chairs, looking spaced out on the oramorph, feeling sick as he had had nothing to eat since early afternoon and been taking antibiotics!!! he hadnt seen ANYONE!!
to make a long story boring, we sat waiting, river has this wonderful talent of looking really ill and pasty when tired so they did think he may have broken his foot from looking at him, as he was knackered. he got seen at just around 11.20, xrayed at 11.30 and told it wasnt broken at midnight and told to rest it for 24 hours and then gently exercise, no sport or bike riding for a week.
personally speaking, i believe he has broken a small bone, i've done the same myself and seen the xrays, but this morning after it being strapped up and elevated all night and hot bath this morning, he is out playing with his mates.
3 hours of my life wasted on bloody hospitals when i could have been at home working on business plans!
in other waffling, went out for luffly lunch with my friend lucinda, who is 18 weeks preggy!! yay!! baby due right near our birthdays, hers is day after mine! talking her into a homebirth and possibly being a doula of sorts for her, if nothing else i can fuss and make tea for m/w's kevin and reassure her from the pov of a mother of 5 child, 3 of whom were homebirths and attended the birth of my neice where the m/w didnt make it and i scooped said neice from the loo floor where she was born and she took first breaths in my arms. we had long chats about the future and she is a dynamic lady with lots of ideas and plans and some include (or she would like the to) us, paul and me. has given me a kick up the arse to see that things really can and have to turn around!
i have a year before we have to be out of here, it is a good house, big enough etc etc but rented and rented is dead money, just like interest only morgages. so in the next 10 months we have to get together a good enough deposit, we have to find somewhere and sort a morgage and move out this time next year.
easy!
lmao!!!
thing is pauls businesses, www.21stcenturytints.com , can and should be earning us loads a money, but we need to organise and prioritise and expand and everything. realise the potential and all that.
so given paul a reality check on that and a couple of other things, things he just carried on with regardless of what i said and did in the past weeks which has pissed me off. he now see the errors of his ways i hope!
right tis gone 12 and i'm not dressed, he will be home from work soon so i better think about it i spose.

amor mundi