Bangs Head on Desk by Tolan88 @ deviantart

Karma has a way of sneaking up on you when you least expect it.  Either that, or God has a strange sense of humour!  It is definitely a “Head – Desk” kind of week!

On Friday, my beloved and I had an argument, and I went to stay at my Mum’s for the weekend with my son.  It was a lovely relaxing weekend, and I got lots of sleep.  Which is probably what I needed more than anything.

On Monday I returned home early in the morning, late enough to miss my beloved and his two sons.  I got youngest son off to school and spent the rainy day comtemplating my navel.  At 12:48pm – weird, I remember the time exactly, I thought I was well overdue for something to eat, so I stood up and made my way into the kitchen.  My left foot stood on something which was sharp and painful.  I took a couple of steps and realised that something wasn’t right.  I couldn’t see anything, but when I looked back at the floor where I had been, I saw half a needle on the ground.

How I didn’t faint, I don’t know.  All I know is that my foot was sore, the area around my little toe looked puckered and I suspected I had the other half of the needle in my foot.  Great.

I rang my BFF – who wasn’t home.  I rang my Mum, who wasn’t home, and I rang my beloved, who wasn’t answering his cellphone.  GREAT!  I was in pain, and no one I could get hold of, so I tried again.  BFF, Mum and Beloved, nope.  So I rang the doctor.  And I got the receptionist from hell.  Well she isn’t really, but often when you ring, it is like the biggest inconvenience in the entire universe.  But today, because I was in tears, she was the most helpful person around.  She reassured me, told me there was an opening at 2pm, and that the local clinic would probably send me over the hill anyway.

I had a plan.  Doc’s at 2pm.  Rang the school to get youngest son ready by 1:30pm and I would be off.  I rang and left a message on Mum’s and beloved’s cellphone, then tried beloved’s work.  Still no answer.  OK.  But beloved rang me back, voice as cold as ice.  “What.”

“Needle broken off in foot, at Doc’s at 2, picking up youngest son.  Can you get him from there.”


I duly drove our manual car over the hill, how, I really don’t know, adrenalin I guess.  My beloved arrived not long after me.  One look at my foot, and we were talking again.  Funny how catastrophe’s can bring one back together!

A quick look by the Doc, an Ultrasound, where the operator tried desperately to remove the needle himself with the handpiece, much to youngest son’s disgust, I was back at the Doc’s at 5pm, for a little bit of surgery.  It took him 1/2 hr to locate the needle piece, and extract it.  It now sits in an specimen jar on my desk, a gruesome reminder that one should always put away needles and wear shoes inside (Puh Lease… Come on, it was a warm day, nice day to kick off shoes and relax!).  By 6pm, I was sick of needles (one in the foot, one to anaethitise the foot, one to stitch the foot, one with tetanus booster), and ready for a good nights sleep.

But this isn’t the end of my tale – on my beloved’s insistence (because he was going away), my Mum came up to stay with me, and she decided to clean my bathroom for me, which was nice, because I had planned on doing it, but having a crutch to help me get around isn’t easy to climb up on things.

Mum got carried away and cleaned the walls and ceiling and finally the bath, putting the little non slip dolphins back in the bottom.  Beloved came home from work and decided to have a shower. 

I heard him.  He slipped in the shower and “tweaked” his back.  Great, two of us down now.  Mum was very apologetic, but as my beloved said, it was just one of those things.

On Friday, the sun was once more shining, and I decided to thank Mum by taking her up to my favourite cafe for a coffee and cake.  Youngest son had finished school, so he came along too.  Two fluffies later, he wanted to see the eel in the lake, so we wondered down to have a look.

A little cabin caught our eye, so we ventured up to have a look, it was like a caravan painted in cow print (big black splotches on a white background).  Mum put one foot on the deck, and in slow motion twisted around, her foot went out from under her and she landed on her shoulder.

We had to call an ambulance, because I suspected she had a broken collarbone.  4 hours later, it was confirmed. 

“Payback’s a bitch,” my beloved said, “Karma always get you.”

“I don’t believe she deliberately tried to upend you.”

“Stranger things have happened…”

Needless to say, one hobbles (me), one walks funny (beloved)  and one can’t move her elbow above her waist.  Christmas is going to be an exceptionally fun this year!  But at least we are still alive… I think!

Merry Christmas to all of my wonderful readers, I hope your Christmas is much more relaxing and calmer than mine!  Thank you for taking the time to follow my journey.

The Bung Brigade
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6 thoughts on “The Bung Brigade

  • December 19, 2011 at 8:47 am

    well, they say trouble comes in threes – you guys have certainly had your fair share! Hope it’s smooth sailing and Christmas goes beautifully 🙂

    • December 19, 2011 at 6:32 pm

      Thanks Cassie, We make a great group. I can see us propped up in a corner of our Christmas Venue, glass of wine in hand, not having a care in the world!

      Hope you have an awesome Christmas too!

  • December 19, 2011 at 3:58 pm

    Ouch, poor you!
    This reminds me of the Christmas my mum spent in bed with a broken collarbone and dad was in charge of cooking the meal. Whille dad was slaving away in the kitchen a boy I’d been out with a few times arrived at our place uninvited after riding his motorbike all the way from Auckland to see me in New Plymouth! I was flustered and embarrassed because I had no idea he was so sweet on me! (Unfortunately, it wasn’t mutual). And because I was such a naive and clueless twit at the age of seventeen I gave him a glass of wine and sent him on his way back to Auckland! Not very kind of me at Christmas, was it! Months later I heard a car had crashed into him on the trip home and he’d spent the rest of the Christmas week in hospital.

    On a more cheerful note re you and your family, Karen, – remember that karma works both ways, so all the good and kind things you’ve done for others will find their way to you – soon, I hope!

    Season’s Greetings and a HAPPY NEW YEAR.


    • December 19, 2011 at 6:34 pm

      Cherie, Christmas happens to the best of us! It is the time of year I would rather avoid, but having young kids, you really have to participate! Still, I am looking forward to the wine on Christmas day, because I won’t be able to drive because of my foot – nudge nudge wink wink!

      You have a sensational Christmas and New Year Period. I will be home if you want to pop out for a visit! 🙂

  • December 24, 2011 at 10:45 am

    Oh my gosh, love! I hope that’s the last of the drama for your Christmas and you have a lovely time with your family. It’s been a pleasure following your journey so far and I look forward to watching your 2012.

    Frohe Weihnachten, from Germany. xx

    • December 27, 2011 at 7:06 pm

      Kerryn, fortunately we can laugh about it now… but it wasn’t funny at the time. We all had a fab Christmas! I hope yours was as adventurous! Best wishes for 2012!


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