MMmmmmm where to start.
Yoy know how last week was for me this week had to be better......and I will let you decide!!

Its all just a bizarre set of circumstances I feel as if my house has a dark cloud over it at the moment and the only time I write anything that's interesting is because of the shock value of WHAT ELSE CAN GO WRONG

I have to laugh seriously, I am beginning to think its just me.
I know its not and awful things are happening everywhere but I just want a break and feel the sunshine on my face.

Okay this week has been pretty awful for me and I discussed this with Bek as my sweet girl keeps a constant vidual ringing me to check on my days (bless my girl I so love her)
We are having a great Kac(laugh) at my expense, the whole D.Q (drama queen) name has emerged from our laughing at my adventures these last few weeks.

Tuesday I drove to the specialist should of been a simple task its only 20/30 mins drive Ben came home after 10 hour night shift so I let him sleep and ventured off on my own.
The thought came to me about 15 mins into the drive, that this may have not been such a good idea.
My lovely body decided to start to spasm on me having me shake uncontrollably, I started sweating profusely (my aircon is on the blink) but I was cold anyway.
Then came the tears oh my, they should hover me over the drought stricken parts of the farming community and they would of measured at least 6 inches of rain from my damn leaky eyes.
Well I made it, JUST , getting out of the car with a short walk to the surgery normally an easy feat. BUT................with great finesse I locked my car and started making my way in.
I don't know if you can picture this but my legs were like jelly I looked like the scarecrow out of the wizard of oz when the crows were attacking but walking very slow.
I made it to the bottom of the stairs inside the building and proceeded to walk (if you can call it that) or drag myself up the stairs my body still writhing like I had parkinson's.
I paused half way up(not knowing there was a lift, DAH) and I felt a warm hand upon my shoulder.
Oh thank god someone to end this torture and just get me into my doctor.
I turned to see the most precious 80 odd year old woman with a cane who said, she takes the stairs for exercise but I look as though I should have taken the lift.
SHIT.... I mean what the, this is what the lord sends me in my time of need.
Hello what are you thinking?
I am laughing on the inside at this point, seriously, this was ridiculous.
The darling 80 year old with a walking stick proceeded to help ME up the stairs.
I am absolutely dying of embarrassment cursing myself for not having any control what so ever, scared to death that I may knock this poor woman down the stairs.
It was the longest walk of my life to that door to where I knew I would see the man who could make some sense of this, my doc is calm and sweet, very honest and down to earth, we are on a first name basis and I think hes great.
So deep breath.................the nana opens the door to let me in I'm thinking thank god, a calmness no other patients. YES a win.
I grab the counter to balance myself.
THEN all hell breaks loose the receptionist screams my name at the top of her lungs then runs up and down on the spot waving her hands in the air shouting wheelchair, wheelchair, Sharon, wheelchair.
Are you frigin kidding me shut up for gods sake I am OK just get me into Don.
All that came out was SSsshhhhh (really please) SSssshhhhh

In an instant (which seemed like an hour) my shaky ass was sat in a wheelchair and she was wheeling me towards Don's room I finally get out that, NO I am not going to vomit, thankyou for asking. I just need to use the bathroom please.
Oh you cant do that buy yourself in that state how can I help?.
She looked terrified which confirmed I must of looked a real treasure (smile)

I am ok, truly just let me be, thank you so much, really I can do this.
Right that done I am back in the chair heading towards my doctors room when I hear him from a side room yell my name and step out in front of the chair hands on his hips and he exclaims with all the reassurance of a qualified and professional specialist.
"what the fuk is going on with you"

Well needless to say all i could say with a little loudervoice than I meant to, tears rolling down my flushed cheeks "I I I HATE YOU" don't talk to me.
Fat lota good that did I was there to talk to him and be reassured that I was indeed normal and this, This, THIS , whatever it was, is was definitely a temporary set back.
He proceeded to wheel me in get me a glass of water that only had a drop left in it by the time it reached my lips and I indeed looked as though I had never even made it to the toilet, I know this shouldn't be embarrassing but your kidding right.
I am a strong independent woman. I pride myself on my conduct under stressful times (usually) and here I am dribbling convulsing and crying in front of a man I hardly know, with people in the background whispering about the circus that has just hit town (i was the circus act)
I couldn't do a damn thing except look at him as he watched me study my own situation as I laugh and cry at the same time about the predicament I had myself in.
My weird sense of humour and ability to laugh at myself is, as I have found out, one of my true blessings.
This whole thing started to settle in the next half hour and his explanation was sinking in and the fact that he was giving me more drugs to fix my already drug induced symptoms was well, ok as long as it helped, a necessary evil..............but I couldn't drive home.
So here I am stuck in Maroochydore with a car I couldn't drive, a body I couldn't control and no way of getting Ben.
I, being sweet or stupid turned off his phone and took the home phone off the hook so he could get some well earned sleep.
What to do?
I know only one person in this new town Ayeshas best friends mum, surely I cant ring her. Shanti is a gorgeous woman and we get along famously BUT we swap kids and have coffee. How can I ask her to go to my house wake up Ben drive him down drop him off so he can drive me home.
Easy fixed (blahh) I still couldn't talk properly and the receptionist was beside herself having me on a bed in one of the rooms for an hour while my doc went off to surgery so after her persistence I gave her shanti's ph. number and she rang. Of course she did exactly what was asked of her and was very gracious she is a gem.
Ben comes in to collect his gorgeous gal (yes I'm kidding I looked like hell) and we headed home I was doing ok until my head was getting to heavy for my neck I was in pain and body was starting to get a bit spasemy no way, I am not doing this again my chest hurt and it was hard to breathe.
Ben my darling Boy doesn't do well with stress or major events that is why we are perfect together my strengths his weakness vica versa kinda thing, you get it.
He drives straight to our local doc white as a ghost sweating more than me asking me to tell him what to do as he couldn't think.
Geez Ben, I cant stammer out 2 words.
I cant breathe.
I am rocking the frickin land cruiser which is 2 tonne side to side with my uncontrollable body how the hell am I supposed to know, this makes me cry harder and him drive faster.
You get the picture.
Again I have to make it past people staring at me in concern and wonder as they thought the circus was in Maroochydore, but no it was here in the Eumundi local doctors.
I was there about an hour ecg. and all. I am such a D.Q giggle.
In the end I come good I come home and sleep my aches and pains away.
WEdnesday I wake up unwell but that was expected.
What wasn't expected was the rash covering Tayla's (no.3) entire body and the temp that followed.
She has Scarlet Fever "YAY LIFE IS GOOD" (sarcasim is the lowest form of wit) oh well
Its Friday you know how I love it I have to do my injection and wait for another onslaught of weird crap that is sending me mad.
And guess what?
Ben has woken up sore throat rash and temp.
Confirmed by Doctor. He is not happy at my fit of Hystrics, I nearly peed I laughed so hard.

Yes my week is complete I am about to have my injection no. 5.
I am shaking like I am scared(but I am not), my body not my own.
But hey I am LAUGHING its funny.
I am serious, the Drama Queen in me thrives on the funny side of my present situation.
I hope you get a giggle aswell it is and was funny(distressing and sad) but seriously try to picture in your mind a snippet of my week. What else can I do BUT Laugh.

The only thing is...... if my next post says RASH on ME thats it the gloves are off, I mean it.

Peace and Laughter is where I am
One day at at a time
I hope you have laughter in your days and broad smiles on your dials.
Okay Tuesdays over wednesdays gone Friday is here, Whatever, just do it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!