My boys (being regular boys) find the presence of police, fire, rescue, ambulance and assorted noisy trucks very appealing to watch. They race by with the noisy sirens and lights and I've even been known to follow the odd fire truck in an attempt to keep their excitement piqued. Those days are over, I'm never doing that again!Last night I had to go in an ambulance as I was taken to hospital with acute pain in the lower abdomen. I was writhing in bed (in agony) waiting for it to arrive to take me to the hospital. The boys thought of everything, turned outside lights on, unlocked AAALLL the doors, jumped around with excitement talking about whether it will come with the siren or the lights going. A 'Woo Hoo' was heard as I clutched a hot water bottle to my belly and held the phone in my hand receiving instructions not to eat or drink anything. But my boys didn't come in to me.
I could hear Rob coming into the room, just as I was beginning to feel at last like someone was interested in how I feel... But alas, only to pass by me on his way to the ensuite swearing something about not coming with me because his gastro bug was too intense. I felt myself almost singing the "What about me song" as I was being transported outside by the Ambos without any of my family by my side. Because the Ambulance took all of 10 minutes to arrive the boys got lost in a Scooby Doo cartoon, and Rob got lost in the loo business. "Do they even know I'm gone??" The answer was no!
I was reprieved by a friend who came in to stay with me at the hospital and the pain completely left as we waited for the doctor together, we sat there chatting like we were out to lunch. It was a great catch up, but, I don't normally pee into a cup mid-chat, but this I did do. So if anyone cares - it was mysterious, its gone, and I'm okay. But if you see the boys, they will tell you that an ambulance visited them.
