Tuesday, 11 January 2011
It Could Have Been Worse...
It's been a strange few days.
On Friday, I received a phone call letting me know that my uncle (a cantankerous but charismatic chap) had been rushed to hospital and was lying in the HDU, and that if it hadn't been for my aunt's instincts getting him there so quickly, he would've apparently died within two hours. As it was, on Friday we were told that it was 50/50 whether he would make it through the night.
On Saturday, my mother was staying with friends at their beach house (in South Africa) and whilst they were on the verandah drinking cocktails and enjoying the warm evening, burglars broke into the house and were ransacking the rooms.
On Sunday, I started to feel achy and realized that my beloved had very generously passed on the virus that's been making him miserable all over the Christmas/New Year period. This was apart from New Year's Day, when he rallied and made it to a friend's house party where he knew there would be the best curries in the island, only to have a relapse the following day!
The positive side - hence the rainbow picture taken two days ago - is that:
My uncle: though still not conscious, is out of danger and we can all breathe a huge sigh of relief and look forward to him being back to his amusing, eccentric self.
My mother & friends: despite losing jewellery, money and various other bits, didn't even see the burglars, which is a relief as they usually carry guns, and so no one was hurt.
Me: I may feel like someone has hit me across the back of the head before bulldozing me, but at least I can spend my time getting better lying in a warm bed with a guard dog snoring next to me, who only grumbles every so often to be let outside.