Saturday, December 31, 2011

Nov & Dec 2011 - updates on some interesting times

Ah, so much has happened in the last 2 months. The man moved mom single-handedly to the farm (the belongings of an absolute lifetime), and she is now semi-settled in the cottage. The week preceding the move was pandemonium. The main house was still not plumbed, no sign of a kitchen, and even though we had chased some electrics through the walls, no plugs, no switches, no nada.

My precious antique German piano arrived from mom's house with absolutely no diginity, strapped to the back of a 4x4, over dust roads......and to my surprise (and delight), no additional scratches, and only the bottom C is slightly flat. Damn heavy - at least 6 strapping men to move this baby. Good job MuGuyver!



We managed to clear out the lounge, the bedroom and the bathroom in the main house - and then we moved like demons! On the last day of the move, I was still carting clothes, furniture, fritty little things, back and forth to try and clear the cottage so mom could at least move in and try to make it her own. The dogs were socialised ok I think, thanks to a final frantic call to Pat from Animals in Distress on how exactly to introduce these packs. In my wisdom, I thought I should lock my brood away, let her two dogs out, and then introduce the family one by one.

Pat said that was the worst thing I could possibly do, even though my pack is way bigger and perhaps more aggressive than mom's. Her logic was that this farm belongs to my dogs. They must be out and about, and mom's dogs must take the first step into this territory. Otherwise chances were very big that my dogs would land up killing the "foreigners". We did it Pat's way (I sent mom inside so she couldn't coddle and panic and yell and watch, sigh), and it went well. We are all fine now. Clever Pat!

Moving on. Just before the monumental move, we have this instant bladdy tornado-like wind. Calm one moment, hell the next. We watch in stupefied awe as the double car port slowly collapses onto my little car. Slow motion. Bugger. That poor little car. Stupid double car port.....



So mom is moved in the last day of November, the bull mastiff eventually decides after FOUR hours that perhaps she should get out of the car......send mom inside again.....out the mastiff gets (Magnolia-Mae, LOL), all is well. I did heave a big sigh of relief. It could have been a disaster, truth be told. Mom's dogs have NEVER been socialised. Phew. And there are NO vets in Magalies!

Next day, bright and early, bushy tailed.......have a sarmie with mom and dip all six dogs (mission!). It's 9'0'clock on the morning of the 1st of December. Then the stupid sarmie gives me indigestion. Bugger. Mom starts to faff, I get annoyed and go for a walk. But this damn "stone" in the middle of my chest is really sore. And it's spreading into my shoulders. And my hands are feeling weak. And my jaw feels a bit floppy. I do the right thing, mom makes a doctor appointment, and off I go....still feeling a bit stupid because really, the twelve teaspoons of Bi-Carb I drank just now should surely kick in. Yes?

Doctor does an ECG - and even I can see the man go pale. He gives me some little pill thing, and it was just about then that I felt very "out of this world". I heard phone calls, I heard "helicoptor might be faster than ambulance", and I am not feeling well. And I am getting scared.

Long story short - off to Flora Clinic, cardiologist waiting for me - they do some procedure where they stick a scope right up your artery from your groin and poke around in your heart (eeek - that felt so weird) - confirmed full-on heart attack and into ICU for days. WTF? I haven't even turned 45 years old yet. Crazy stuff. Hoping that meds will strengthen the heart muscle in the left coronary artery (which collapsed and stopped blood flow apparently), otherwise they will put a stent in. Sh*t.

Anyway - all done now - up the ying-yang with all sorts of heart meds. Read the inserts of the medication the other day - oh what a bad move - what was I thinking? Feeling tired, but good.

And now begins the work on the main house kitchen......and to get the bathroom up and running......but as you will see in the next few posts, we did good......nearly there for now!

Between all of this, I got tick bite fever. Then I sprained my ankle. Then mom fell up the stairs. Then mom got tick bite fever.

Bring on 2012. Please......


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