Notes from a bludger

Ah, this is the life. Here I am sitting around doing not much of anything while Scott goes out an earns us a living... it's fabulous. And only a little boring. And it's only day two. By the end of the week I'll be phoning random people from the phone book just to say hi.

Seriously though, it's been nice to have a couple of days at the house after the last couple of weeks. We've been running around like mad things trying to get everything organised, mainly at the unit. Hopefully all that hard work is about to pay off. I spoke to the real estate agent today and she said that they were having a 'showing' today and they were expecting a few people to go along so any minute now they're going to call with a list of perspective tenants...Any minute.

I'd also like to set the record straight for all those people who Scott has been telling that I'm going to be sitting around doing nothing while he goes out to work. I've done heaps in the last two days. There's been washing (hung in the carport because it hasn't stopped raining), tidying, filing, cooking dinners. Scott decided to come home for lunch today so I even made us a cooked lunch. I told him not to get too excited because that won't last.

I have been working on my resume but I won't go to any of the nearby childcare centres just yet. We want to give the puppy a chance to settle in a bit first. I'll leave her on her own for short periods of the day at first so she doesn't fret too much if we are both out all day.

Scott is insisting that I tell everyone about my 'episode' at the Kingaroy hospital the other day. So, here it is:
We went down to register at the hospital so I can have my injections, antinatal visits and, ultimately, have the baby there. So we were sitting down filling out the paperwork when I started to get faint. I was getting bad so Scott went and asked the nurse if I could lay down somewhere. Next thing I know they've brought out a wheelchair and wheeled me into the emergency ward (for some reason the emergency and antinatal departments are in the same section). They put me on a bed and the nurse takes all my obs and I say that I don't want to see a doctor because I'll be fine in a few minutes. So the nurse fills out a bunch of paperwork too, takes my obs again after 10mins, checks again to make sure I don't want to see a doc and says we can go.

As we tried to leave the nurse was giving the doctor a run-down of my case and the doctor saw us and said that I couldn't leave without them doing an ECG to check that my heart was OK. We went back to the bed and they sent another nurse in to do the test. A few minutes later the doctor came in and started talking about...well I'm not quite sure, but it sounded a little scary. Then he finally told me that I needed to go to a GP and get them to give me a 24hr heart monitor.

Hmm...Didn't actually have a local GP at the time, so that afternoon we went down to DR Robinson's office (no we weren't playing dress-ups, that's a whole other story). After waiting for two hours we walked into his office and he took one look at the results of the ECG and said "Baulderdash" (or maybe it was poppycock, or fiddlesticks -- whatever it was came straight from the 1950s). Turned out that the hospital doctor was new and didn't know what he was talking about. Let's hope he doesn't deliver the baby.

And if you made it through all that, wait for the next one I write after being at home on my own for four days.