Some days you’ve gotta laugh or you’d cry. I like to do both at the same time.
All week I’ve been mental at work. I’m making approximately fifty five decisions an hour and everyone wants a piece of me. Just so busy that my head spins. I’m getting through it on a carefully planned schedule and good old fashioned humour. So, don’t fret, I’m okay.
But this morning my work crisis went straight out the window.
The Badoo’s usual Friday routine is that LOML drops her off on his way to work in the city (“Dad”, as she calls him, never “Daddy” or “Dadda” as the older Tsunamis do) while I do the school run because I work from home on Fridays, but today we only had one car, so it was me.
On the school run she seemed a little quiet, she complained of a sore tummy. No, she didn’t want to go to the toilet, no she wasn’t feeling sick. She wasn’t hot, she wasn’t miserable, just ‘sore’. So I decided to drive her over to Nonno’s on schedule and maybe I’d still make my 9 o’clock meeting.
By the time we arrived, she was miserable and crying from the pain. She indicated that she was ‘really, really sore’ lower in her abdomen. I freaked out (as you do). I thought ‘something she ate’, I thought UTI’.
I really thought ‘appendectomy’.
I gave her a hit of Panadol to help quell the pain and drove her to the medical centre. I made calls on the hands free all the way there to rearrange my busy working day. Little Badoo was crying out how much it hurt by this stage and I thought ‘maybe they’ll see her first since she’s so little’.
I really thought ‘Emergency, stat’.
By this stage, everyone in the waiting room was freting for this poor child who was obviously in incredible pain. I had already mentally rearranged the next week of my life ready for the hospital stay. A number of kind people came over to us to say that the Badoo could take their place if they were up next. I was beside myself with worry over my darling little Badoo who was by now a huddled, cuddled mess in my lap. Then she sobbed, “I need the toilet”.
I raced her to the toilet, ready for the projectile vomit of blood and almost in tears because I should have taken her directly to the Emergency department for her apendectomy requiring a week’s stay at the hospital.
Then she weed. And weed. And weed. And, dear god, weed some more.
When she had finished pissing Niagra Falls, she said, “I’m all better now.” And smiled. And skipped back to the waiting room where the doctor came out immediately and called “The Badoo”. Of course she did.
Surprisingly, there is no treatment necessary for a child needing to do a wee. The doctor humoured me by performing a tummy squeeze here and there, but with the Badoo singing nursery rhymes at the top of her voice and giggling because the doctor was ‘ticking me’, we both knew there wasn’t really a whole lot to say.
So, this week I’m grateful for…
130. The laughing cry – those silly moments when life is just so superbly sweet and sour all at the same time that as much as you want to cry, you simply have to laugh.
131. The crying laugh – when you are laughing so hard that the tears are streaming and your laugh rattles your bones. My favourite kind of laugh.
132. Any old laugh – the more then merrier. How else are we ever going to get through it?
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