Well, due to my studies commencing, a sick child and a husband that is now on crutches for god knows how long, I have been unable to blog, but alas, I am back today with a vengeance.
As I said above, beloved hubby is on crutches. You see, stubborn arse (my word for darling hubby), has had a knee problem for at least 11 years now, but has doctors, specialist, checked it out; x-rays done to see the problem. NO!! He is “stubborn arse” after all. Don, hates doctors, and any excuse to avoid them he does. Mind you he makes the rest of us go to the doctors. Yesterday, I am happily getting into a nice rhythm with my study. Little miss, was watching her Nick Jnr, whilst coughing her lungs up (she has a nasty cold, caused by croup and has been home from Kindy since Wednesday last week), when I get a phone call that went like this.
“Hi wuz, watcha doing”
“Trying to study, what do you want”
“I think that I have done something to my knee. It has popped twice in the last hour”.
“Well when are you coming home, so I can make a doctors appointment”.
“Neil (boss), said that I can go to lunch now, and I will come home after that, someone will drive me home”
“Okay I will ring the doctors”
I rang the doctors, and could only get in at 3.50pm. That was fine as we could pick up Aiden 10 minutes early from school in order to get there in time. No problem. Well, there was a problem. Hubby rings me at 11.00am, and I expect him home by 1.00pm. Guess what, he did not arrive till 3.20pm. This would be okay, except that it takes 5 minute’s to drive to Aidens school, another 5 to get him out of class. Then is takes at least 10 minute’s up the highway to the doctors, maybe longer depending on traffic. Then we have to find a car space, as the doctors is in the local shopping centre. I would also like to add, that hubby could not walk without aid, so that is another 10 minute’s. We arrived 5 minutes late. Luckily the Dr was running late.
Now here is the whole thing that drives me nuts. Hubby is the Assistant Branch Manager at his work, so to say there is a lot of weight on his shoulders, is an understatement. The doctor says that it might be wise to have the rest of the week off and then light duties at work until it is better. Well, after we leave the doctors, I am informed that we have to drive all the way back to St Kilda – 40 minute’s away, so that he can inform the bosses about everything, and attend the meeting. MEETING!!!! We have the kids with us, and I ask, how long it will be. A couple of hours he says. A COUPLE OF HOURS HE SAYS!!!!!. SHIT. To cut a long story short. We attend the meeting and yes, stay for at least 2 hours, mind you the kids were wonderful, and the staff were so accommodating to us and appreciative for bringing him back. I, then find out that he has to come into work for at least 2 hours a day, because of workcover regulations or something.
The thing that has annoyed me with all of this, is that he could have avoided having the problem rear its ugly head again, if he had got it looked at, all those years ago. Now, I do not mind having to drive him everywhere, looking after him; taking him to work, for those 2 hours, (I am on my L’s at the moment and need all the driving experience I can get), but the thing that shits me, is that he is such a stubborn pigheaded man, that something that was not really bothering him many years ago, is now giving him so much pain, it is affecting his daily life. My father always said that Don was “stubborn to the point of stupidity”, and I have always said that his stubbornness will get him into trouble some day. But, will he listen. NO.
After all this knee thing has died down. My darling Donny will go back to his old ways and be the usual stubborn self, that I have loved for 10 years. This whole experience will just be a distant memory. A lot like the blood poisoning episode. See, hubby nearly died from bloody poisoning. He was one day away from intensive care and days away from possible death. He had cut himself and instead of listening to his body, he ignored it, and got blood poisoning. Had to get a massive dose of penicillin in his arse- now that was funny. He whinged like a baby. And had to take time off work to recover.
One day, hopefully Don will discover that you need to listen to people and your body, and stop being such a “Stubborn Arse”.
