After the Aftermath

You know when you hear of people that no matter where they turn, they hit another wave of bad luck? That this week gone is me my friends..

When i thought things could not get worse, it just got better! (insert 100% sarcasm here)



So.. this weekend i have been laying low in my bunker and hoping that the storm will pass and leave me the hell alone.
It all started friday a week ago.. i had the day off... (i know.. should have been awesome)... but i had to spend the day working on my assignments... to my sheer pleasure, by noon i was looking like i could quite possibly be sharing my sunday with the kids and Matt with the books completely closed... by 2pm I resembled an air-raid siren going off as my computer froze (in the hugest way it could possibly ever freeze) and took my assignment (approx 10000 words with it)... ARRRGH... I think that is where i actually left you all.. right!?

And then comes the week ahead... I was totally over the weekend and praying that the week would be better than the weekend was... perhaps that is where i went wrong... im not really one to pray... i know i wont be doing that again in a hurry.. *insert manic, mindless laughter*

11am Monday... Working away in the surgery, listening to the TV broadcasting re-hash of the weekends Victorian Vire disasters.. i was thinking how very lucky i was to be safe and well while so many grieved the loss of life and loved ones that were missing and presumed dead.. I had a few minutes free while we were taking some moulds of the patiends teeth so i decided that i would start to clean up the used/no longer required instruments (something i dont normally have time to do through a proceedure).. i think this was my first mistake.. i should have just continued to listen (and perhaps watch a little tv)..
Dismantelling a used syringe like i have done hundreds of times before my hand slipped and the cap from the needle slipped off the needle and the needle went straight into my thumb.
OMG.. One of my worset nightmares was becoming a reality.. i had been stuck with a dirty needle.
Aaaaanyway... after back and forth visits to the doctors that day i had the proper tests.. to which i have to wait up to 12 months for the complete clear for.. GReeeeeat!!!!

Tuesday - Because i spent half the night being sick because of the stress of the day Matt decided that he would drive me to work since it was his day off... I had a 7.30am start.
What normally takes 30 mins max in traffic of a morning took me 1 hour 20 just to get 3/4 of the way... two accidents, road closures and 30 mins late, I turn up at work... ofcourse, the nurse i was working with, as well as our AM dentist were waiting out the front for me to arrive, neither of them considerate of my issues.. The day can only get better.. right? WRONG!!! Second nurse does not come in, i run around like a headless hag all day.. *insert dramatic eye roll*

Wednesday: By now i am starting to think that i have run over a chinaman or something equally as karma-bad. Matt meets me at work in the afternoon with the most grim face.. first i think something has happened to ne of my babies... then... MUM!!!!... Quickly a breath of relief falls from my lips as he says that he was talking to my mum this afternoon.. "thank god, she is okay!!".. only to hear him continue..

She had called him to ask him to come and pick me up from work.. and to tell me some bad news. Because of the week that i had been having (from the friay, and the stress she knew i was under), she had decided not to burden me with the news that my aunty Isabelle, one of her younger sisters had been caught up with the fires at Peats Ridge in New South Wales on the weekend (the other serious fires that Aust has been dealing with)... as a result, she had suffered a massive heart attack. They were able to revive her on the way to the hospital, only to have her have another, not long after. Sadly, she was in a critical condition after suffering yet another, her third attack and they had suspected a stroke as well. Matt was to inform me that her family had asked that if she were to have another, that she would not be revived.. it is what my Aunt would have wanted. It takes 20 mins of an afternoon (going against traffic) to get home... By the time i got in the door i had a message from the children to call my mum. On the trip home, my aunty had passed away.

My mum has just had surgery so she is not overly well herself and now she is in another state and mourning the loss of her sister, whom she was unable to see before she died. I cant get to mum because one of the nurses is away and we dont have another to cover my shifts.

Thursday: by now i am cowering and waiting for the schrapnel.. it doesnt come.. phew..

Friday: yesterday it appears that i was just being given a breather... Bills that i have forgotten with all the drama of getting the kids back to school arrive in my mail box, - AS OVERDUE IMMEDIATELY bills. Great if you have not just had to get three kids back to school i guess... better than other things that could have gone wrong i guess.

Saturday: Worked this morning... the day, over all was uneventful... the nurse on duty obviously got my body language and the look in my eye as she walked in late and understood that i was silently saying "keep the $#%@ away from me today !^!&$"... ~LOL~

I get home, have a shower, and just sit down to do a little more of my assignment as i hear this unfamilary beeping tune in the laundry. (dont you love how all the modern appliances all sing tunes to you!? I have a house full of different tunes).. Matt asks what the washing machine is trying to tell me... ofcourse, it appears that it has learned a new tune.. one that i have not heard before... it is stuck on the rince and spin cycles.. the water will NOT go from the machine.. It appears that the pump has gone..

So, that brings us to Sunday.. today... the day that i have not tempted fate and walked out side.. who knows... they sky may just fall on my head!!!

I hope that the chinaman is okay and soon forgives me and allows me to go back to the normal , generally unrattling chaos of my existance.