|Update: lots of good stuff amidst the scary stuff
||[Jan. 14th, 2011|11:58 am]
My wonderful husband, who had just returned home with the kids and had a high temperature himself, arranged for me to return by the next plane, which is one of the many reasons why he is my Perfect Guy.|
It was the right decision. My productive and pleasurable time in Tokyo had ended, and my arch-nemesis bronchitis just keeps on galloping back bigger and better every time. Bad Horse! Bad Horse!! (still my favorite tiny perfect Joss Whedon production, btw - the Girl and I just rewatched it for the umpteenth time).
Anyhow, antibiotics are still my Hit Girl (to mix movie metaphors), so while still pretty flat, I can breathe again, which is a Good Thing. ::start moan:: Having just come through my third bout of bronchitis in a year, I can say with authority that not being able to breathe is a Bad Thing. I may have to go back on the ventilin, although my asthma is pretty much fine when I'm not sick. It is just the minute I get a cold, my lungs put up this immediate white flag and the barbarian hordes of infection march right in. My lungs are Petainist, that's the problem right there. I had the strep throat side effect this time too, like I did a couple of months ago, which means my throat closes up as well. Not a good combination, alone in a hotel room in a country where you don't speak a word of the language. ::end moan, as I'm home now and fine, having learned that Killer Monster Snow Goons are Bad News::
You know what is worse than lying in bed sick in a foreign country? Waking up without a home in Queensland. Or not waking up. That's where our flight insurance money is going.
It is also a bit scary in Victoria - pretty much non-stop rain since my return 2 days ago, and we are keeping a close eye on our local Merri Creek, which did flood away back in 2003, the year we arrived. At that point, we lived on the sucker (east) side, but somewhat miraculously, the waters went a foot up in the garage and left our (then) house alone. The Girl wanted to go the beach with a friend, but between the weather, and landslides near Lorne (where she was headed), we've delayed her departure by a day.
Also, the tv comedian she has worked with before, Adam Hills, is taping a show and asked for her to come on again. It is odd, she doesn't think of herself as a performer, and I certainly ain't a stage mom (I've got enough of a life of my own, thanks, don't need to live vicariously through my daughter), but people do see something in her. My mother's friend Elaine used to attract people like that - we tell the story about how the rabbi's wife in the small town I was born in used to refer to Elaine's "charisma", with a hard "ch" like "Chanukkah", and SuperGirl has It, whatever It is. She might as well use It.
My Dad is worried about my Stepmum, and now I am too. I'm just arranging for a short visit to North America in February - I'm already crossing my fingers and toes. And doing my research, of course.
So, to summarize: lucky escape; others are less fortunate; comedy tonight; hope for tomorrow. Pretty much my life story right there.