Oh no, not again

“Curiously enough, the only thing that went through the mind of the bowl of petunias as it fell was Oh no, not again. Many people have speculated that if we knew exactly why the bowl of petunias had thought that we would know a lot more about the nature of the universe than we do now.”
From Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams.

Clearly I am not a bowl of petunias, which is reassuring, as two coherent thoughts went through my mind at approximately 8:45 yesterday morning. One was “Oh no, not again” and the other was “Head UP”. Which is why I have purple knees, sore ribs and an uncomfortable shoulder this morning, but my face looks pretty much the same as ever. I came off my bike. AGAIN. This time it was because of ice. (And I’m not a complete idiot – in fact the only reason I fell off was because I was stopping to walk past the worst of the ice – grrrr!)

I’m fine, but I can recommend avoiding bruising your ribs when you already have a cough – just a thought.

At the hospital

I had a hospital appointment yesterday. One of those appointments when you know everything is going to be fine really, but you start thinking about all the things they could find, so you’re in a flat spin by the time you get there.

I locked my bike up and turned to go through the doors to Outpatients when I Heard a Voice:

“Do not enter the hospital”

Wha..wha.. what?! I know I’m scared, but this is a bit excessive…

“Do not enter the hospital if you are suffering from flu-like symptoms or have experienced vomiting or diarrhoea within the last 48 hours.”

Oh. Flu, norovirus. I get it. Nope, not going to get out of it that easily.

So I went in. And I found the correct department. And everything looked fine.

Phew!

Toothbrushes and musical beds

Sounds fun huh? I think this winter’s visit to my in-laws will go down as one of our less successful. On the positive side, no-one has suffered any lasting damage, but a visit which starts with the John’s parents developing Norovirus within hours of our arrival, and despite his mother’s best attempts to decontaminate the house to within an inch of its life once they were up, John and I both succumbing 4 days later, wasn’t going to be the best. But we did manage to get home today, and the children haven’t gone down with it (yet – ever the optimist).

As for the post title – in an attempt to keep people out of the ‘firing line’, sick people slept upstairs, people who hadn’t been sick stayed downstairs. Ruth managed to stay in the same bed every night (she was the only one)- I clocked up the biggest total with no fewer than 4 different bedrooms. And we may have been a bit oversensitive about toothbrushes, but we weren’t taking any chances.

And now, I’m going to curl up under a blanket and pretend I’m watching tv before crawling up to bed.