Back on Day 0, I spotted some dubious spots on Little H as I was putting her to bed after nursery. After a visit to the doctor the following day, it was confirmed she had the dreaded Pox of the chicken variety. Quarantined followed and you find us in the thick of the illness with one very unhappy and itchy little toddler. (If you want a blow-by-blow account then by all means pop over to part I first!)
I expected Little H to wake a lot overnight so I’m quite surprised when I wake to her grumbling and it’s already 4am. She falls back to sleep (as do I) but I have to briefly go into her at 5am. She settled back down well after some bonjela, water and a cuddle. We all end up sleeping until 7:30am, which we all needed.
Little H is splashing around in the bath after a busy day at nursery. I come in to get her out and my Mum-Senses are immediately drawn to some spots on her shoulders, lower tummy and back. Much to her annoyance I proceed to examine them. I’ve convinced myself Little H has chicken pox on several occasions that turned out to be nothing. This time though, my instincts tell me this was the real deal. Without a doubt the spots are blistery. There just aren’t many of them which leaves me doubting myself.
Bedtime complete and Little H all tucked up, I consult the trusty NHS site. The pictures of chicken pox look exactly like what I had seen. That night I can’t settle to sleep and feel really anxious. I have a strong feeling I’ll be staying at home in the morning. But knowing I’ll have to get up and get ready like normal before I can get Little H up to confirm one-way or the other makes me bizarrely unsettled!
As 2011 reached it’s end, I decided to write an end of year post which reflected back on the highs and lows of the last 12 months. Since then, it has become a personal tradition to write and publish my “That was the year that was” post on 31 December every year. More than anything, this post is a personal opportunity to look back as a year a draws to a close. 2016 has been another life changing year with my Maternity Leave reaching it’s an end, seeing me become a working mum. Little H has changed beyond belief in the last 12 months and is rapidly approaching the big 2. It’s been a whirlwind of a year but a fantastic one.
Thank-you to everyone who has taken the time to read and comment on my blog. I have loved hearing your thoughts and feedback on what I’ve written. I am extremely grateful that you all spare your valuable time to stop by. I have also enjoyed reading all of the wonderful posts you have written this year! I can’t wait for some more fantastic reads throughout 2017. I wish you all a very Happy New Year!
But 2016 isn’t over until it’s over. So let’s dive right in…
Last Wednesday I left work feeling very chipper. I was off work for over a week, my first holiday since going back to work from Maternity Leave. SO EXCITING! We were all scheduled for a long weekend break with my Dad and Sister in Lisbon – somewhere I had always wanted to go. It was to be H’s first trip abroad. I had planned for most eventualities. But the reality was even more stressful and exhausting than anticipated – H spent the majority of the holiday crying, sleeping on me and refusing to eat. I cannot remember the last time I am felt so anxious about her.
As if to seal my own fate with the previous post, on Tuesday morning, just round the corner from home, I came off my bike and ended-up in a rather painful heap on the road. For better or for worse (no marriage pun intended there), Sam happened to be cycling with me that day which meant I was not alone. Unfortunately he was a smidge too close behind me so we end-up in a giant Watling/bike heap right near a mini-roundabout and a bus stop.
Writing it in such a way is amusing me slightly and I know that, after have confirmed our well-being, several friends have had a little chuckle. I am trying to focus on the funny side because otherwise the recollections are really quite horrible. Right now, the thought of getting back on a bike is one I am not entertaining; both because I currently think bikes are evil, but also because there was a very real fear I had fractured my right arm.
On Tuesday, after having been helped out of the road by a young school girl at the bus-stop (the idiot cyclist who gets the same train cycled past – lovely!), we went to the hospital. I had an x-ray and they put me in a sling with a concern I might have a fracture. Fortunately, at my appointment this morning, they said they didn’t think it looked likely. So, I just have to avoid weight etc (e.g. no rowing) for 4 weeks as a precaution. Otherwise, I am free to try and get my arm moving normally again. Hurrah – not being able to clip my own hair back is frustrating and I am not having luck with the one-hand approach.
So, I now just need to take it easy and ease back in to normal life. Hopefully I will be able to do most core things so I can go back to the office on Wednesday. This blog typing has proved I should be able to withstand a little bit of work this afternoon. I cannot write properly yet – thank goodness for the digital age. No rowing for 4 – 6 weeks though: the longest I have been out of the boat for five years!
Enough blithering on. All that remains is to include an injury list, for my own future reference. Perhaps it’s the rower in me, but I do like to know the sort of injuries I have recovered from!
– Right arm: massive elbow graze and internal bruising;
– Right trunk: two bruises / scrapes;
– Right knee: large graze;
– Right ankle: average graze;
– Left inner knee: HUGE bruise approx. 20cm across;
– Left-leg: several bruises;
– Left-elbow: average bruise – although that is because I hit it on a door frame yesterday :s.
Anyway, lunch time then work!
P.S. a sad day – angelajcook.com has finally gone. I am now a fully-fledged Watling (except for on Twitter!).
Yes, I was very deliberately referencing the brilliant Michael Gray track there (‘Weekend’ from 2005). Following from my training session on Wednesday (which proceeded my last bloggage), I felt really quite awful. I thought I had overdone it, especially since I had not allowed 3 days recovery between sessions! However, I think I might actually be fighting some kind of silly virus because yesterday I felt quite shocking (combined with training aches). An early night last night (tucked-up by 10pm – we never normally manage that!) has helped me feel a bit better. Still not tip-top though so another early night for me. Thank goodness for a relatively meeting-free work day today… So yes, I really cannot wait for the weekend to begin so I can just sit on my sofa again. Well, until rowing tomorrow morning!
My cold has almost gone – hurrah! Unfortunately I think that Sam has got it because he is on the train heading home from a day away and is feeling rubbish. This is not good. But, it’s the weekend which means he can rest at least. It has been one busy week. I am starting to get in to work for my new team and there is so much to take in and understand. I know it’s going to be a really good experience, but it is a real shock going back to the start again! Very exciting to be working with the website at long last though!
Bah, I have got a cold! I am most annoyed. But it feels like it’s passing already so that is a positive. Also, it’s this week, not next week right before WeHoRR which have been bad! It was fought as work today as a result though; you spend the whole day sniffling away and going back and forth to wash your hands. Well, maybe not everyone does but I tried and not spread horrid germs all over the building!
Sam is out tonight so I have spent the evening on my computer. I meant to do some browsing but I ended up doing admin. I have have been musing recently over whether I would get more browsing done if I had a device like an iPad. Do I end up doing admin because I the keyboard? Or would I just spend longer wasting time online if I had a iPad? Probably the latter if I’m honest…
So, it’s 2011 now! Time does fly – hardly feels like a year since I was round at Rob and Jo’s to see in 2010. But there you go…
We had a late night (bed at 3am) but didn’t drink too much so am feeling generally okay today. I think I am still suffering the last minor fatigues etc of my flu because I have another bad throat. I keep getting those at the moment whenever I am vaguely run down. Frustrating but it will pass. Mum and Dad are coming down tomorrow for our final ‘Christmas’ celebrations. I am doing roast beef for them and we will give presents. After that, on Monday, it will be bye-bye to the Christmas Tree. We put it up so early this year though, it had a very good run.
The general consensus of Sam, Lou, Mum and Sam’s Mum is that I have the flu. I progressively got worse on Sunday and felt pretty shocking yesterday. I spent most of the day on the sofa apart from an afternoon nap which made me feel worse in the short term 🙁
Today I am feeling slightly better I am pleased to say. Although now the limbs are less weary, the cough is back (and I won’t go in to detail there) but the coughing is tiring me out. I hate being ill. I am hoping tomorrow that I might be ok to work from home and be of a decent level of productivity. I have all but written off much training until mid-next week though. Can understand why they say you need two weeks to recover from coughs & flu before training – you can eat so little, you are drained of all energy! Oh well, day 4 so sure I’ll be well again soon…