Sublime and Ridiculous

Phew! Well that was a weekend of contrasts...
(Edit below for those who've already read it - I is useless with the memory at the moment)

Friday night was magical!
* Dinner at the pub with Chesty and the lovely MrL - the boys talked about, um, I dunno - vaguely intelligent stuff... Chesty and I continued our MSN conversation mostly consisting of all things Big Brother. My husband despairs of me...
* Some nice people playing pool decided to have a retro night on the jukebox, and thus I was treated to a bunch of music from high school/ Uni. It put me in a very relaxed and happy happy joy joy mood... MC hammer does that to you. (but only if you only hear 'can't touch this' once every 5 years)
* Adam Hills ROCKED. We spent 2 hours laughing. It's very very good for the soul. Highlights included Katie Noonan singing 'Muna muna' and the 'Footloose' dancing on the car roof. Joyous indeed. And it's always nice to see a Shire Boy come good...
* You know how you often have a little monologue running in your head - where you can make the most inappropriate comment you like, because only YOU can hear it? Well there was a woman sitting directly behind me who kept that running commentary up the entire night. Aloud. In a really irritating loud voice. She reminded MrB of his Great Aunty Joyce. And strangely, one of things she really needed to talk about was her wish for Adam to 'take his kit off' . Baffling.
* Coffee and dessert with the RevJen and the ClergyWife in what has got to be the dodgiest Italian restaurant on Enmore Rd. We were getting desperate as the Enmore theatre had spewed out hundreds of caffeine-needy ABC snobs, and we needed a seat. Meh - it was coffee, it was ice-cream... who can ask for more?


And then Saturday Morning arrived, bright and shiny and full of promise...


MrB had taken the Big Girls to footy, and the twins and I were hanging out in the sun. The babes were playing in the garden, I was sitting on the deck reading the paper with the sun on my back. Blissful.
Until I happened to look up, and saw Miss I coming down the hallway with an odd expression on her face. She was fighting a battle between the need to keep a secret as she'd obviously done something naughty, and the need to tell me something very important. Namely that there was something yucky in her mouth.

She'd been playing in my room, and gone through the packets of tablets still on my bedside table from the Headache Fiasco of 2 weeks ago... There were a number missing, and she couldn't spit them out.

I freaked. I call MrB - he immediately left the footy game, but would still be 15 minutes... So I called the ambulance.

I was trying to stay calm, because Miss I was just getting more and more flustered, but I failed dismally. I was sobbing and shaking, peering into her eyes to check for any changes...

Luckily she'd taken my anti-nausea, anti-dizziness tablets, instead of the kickarse migraine or pandeine fortes. But still, she'd taken 5.

The ambulance arrived at the same time as MrB, and he was the picture of calmness. The fact that he'd just done a full day First Aid course at work probably helped... Anyway, the ambo decided that I was upsetting Miss I more than anything, and suggested I NOT travel in the ambulance to the hospital. Besides by this stage Miss O had figured something was going on, and was standing on the front porch screaming for her sister.

What a drama.

She's fine. They kept her in hospital for 24 hours, hooked up to a heart monitor, for observation, But she was utterly fine. So utterly fine that the medical staff were starting to think she hadn't actually consumed the tablets at all (She definitely had - I checked), the total lack of side-effects baffling them. She had got very very lethargic and close to passing out in the ambulance, but then bounced back with a vengeance. She spent 24 hours watching TV and eating, so was pretty darn relaxed when I went to pick her and MrB up yesterday morning.

But - scary.

And yes, all tablets are now locked away. Sometimes you just get careless. And that's never a good thing.

Edit: Forgot to mention that I also had an up close and personal experience with a large red-back spider yesterday. It was nesting in my 'outdoor boots which reside outside the back door. Luckily a Girl Guide indoctrinated childhood means that I always bang my boots before putting them on... Nearly died when this angry spider went me! Especially when Miss O was pratting about with bare feet just next to me, wanting to see the spider.

It got squashed.