So today we did not
have the best start to our holiday and there were tears at one point of the
fear we might not be able to go! But lets start from the beginning!
This morning we were
feeling a little rough from the night before, as we had a house party to
celebrate Brock's 21st and him leaving for Canada for 6 months, which obviously
involved a fair amount of alcohol consumption. Naturally, we spent the morning
lazying around doing nothing and a bit of packing, but even in the state we
were in, we didn't care because WE WERE GOING TO FIJI TONIGHT!
At 2.30pm,
Darc had an appointment at the doctors to have his second X-ray reviewed of his
thumb which he broke 2 and a half weeks ago and it was not good news. The
doctor asked if we could cancel our trip because he said Darc needed surgery to
fix it, but we should get to a hand specialist today for a further assessment.
So great, it was 3 o'clock, we were suppose to be leaving for the airport in
4.5 hours and we are rampaging around doctors and hospitals trying to find out
what's going on. We headed straight to the hospital and were sent to A&E
(rolls eyes) which had a massive wait time. After convincing Darc we were most likely in the
wrong place and would be wasting our time, we went on our own hunt for the hand
specialists. When we found it, we explained to the receptionist about how we
were flying out that night to which her reply was "2 weeks is the critical
period to have it operated on" implying we wouldn't be going. We then
explained the story about how it had been nearly 3 weeks since he broke it and
that the first doctor on the day he did it said it was fine and just get it re-X-rayed in a couple of weeks, from which she pulled a face to say I don't know
what you're going to do. Brilliant! Anyway she asked to have the X-rays to show
a surgeon to see if it was worth seeing us today and he said he would and for
us to just wait. I felt sick from what I thought would happen next. Had he said
he'd see us to persuade and tell us not to go? My excitement of going away had
completely gone out the window and I honestly believed for a bit that the trip
was going to be cancelled.
Luckily we weren't waiting very long and were seen
by a plastic surgeon who said we are past the 2 week operating date where it
would be a simple op and now they would have to re-break the bone and shave it
down before putting pins through it. He sat on the fence first on all about
what we should do and whether we should go, before finally suggesting that
because we really didn't wanna delay the holiday and that the op would be as
complicated in 2 weeks time as if he had it tomorrow that we should go. Phewww!
He still didn't sound completely convincing though. Anyway he sent Darc to get
a better splint made which might hold the thumb more stable while we were away
and booked him an appointment to come back after our holiday. At 5.30pm we were
leaving the hospital with a big sigh and still the edge massively taken off our
holiday.
When we got home we had
some food and finished off packing and tried to chill out after the stress of
the day. Even then it wasn't over, as within 30 mins of being home we got
a call from the plastic surgeon we had just seen, saying he'd shown the X-rays
to another colleague and they suggested even though we're due to fly out
tonight, we should come back tomorrow to see a specialist, who may say (might I add) that Darc needs surgery
in the next couple of days, next couple of weeks or maybe even not at all. The choice was up to us. Nope, Darc had decided we were going, no more messing
us around, if they really didn't think going on holiday would be a good idea
they would have advised us against it.
At 7.30pm we finally
got in the car and headed to the airport and we both couldn't feel more
relieved getting through customs and now sitting with a drink, toasting the
start of our holiday. Anyway best sign off because it is nearly 11pm and time
for us to finally fly out. Catch you all in FIJI!!!
Xoxo
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