My son with the facial injuries phoned me on Monday from his appointment in Brisbane rather in shock! They were sending him down for more CT scans and had booked him in for more surgery. My heart sank. Here I was 500 klms away and he asked could I come down. I couldn’t book a flight for that day, but I got one for the next day. Good old credit card comes to the rescue yet again. After four worldwind days in Brisbane, we returned home. He really wasn’t faring well at all. I took him to his place and he crawled into bed.
Apparently the first surgery didn’t work and they were more brutal this time. I ring him making sure he is OK. Seems I am destined to spend many of my days within the walls of the hospital system, only this time because he wasn’t sent from his local hospital, I had to pay for accomodation and my airfares.
(Note to self: tighten that belt tighter, or the interest will blow out)
The Good, the Bad and the Ugly!! 