And they certainly have got it infamy!
The week started off so well with a PSA fall to 3.96, I felt I was walking on water. By the time Tuesday came around, I found that the water was a toxic quagmire of stress. Let me explain.
My dear youngest daughter is only 26. She's had it rough being in a wheelchair from the age of six to thirteen with bi-lateral Perthes Disease. She also contracted ME as a teenager and after one day on the job as a tour operator in Cyprus two years ago (something she'd always wanted to do), she got a DVT caused by a trainee who cannularised her incorrectly two days prior to flying out during an exploratory on her hips. She's also facing a double hip operation before she is 28 due to the damage done by the Perthes, has an auto immune disorder and two rare blood clotting issues.
She only recently felt well enough to apply for a new job with a UK travel agent but so impressed has the company been with her efforts (she can't work full time but can outsell the full-timers), they sent her on an 8 day jolly to, wait for it, the Maldives. She was due to fly out yesterday with the plan being me taking her to Heathrow in my car. This is where the fun begins. In the morning, my daughter starts getting sharp pains in one calf. With a twelve hour flight in front her and being high risk for a DVT and a stroke or death by PE, everyone was flapping. The magical Mrs C rushed her to Guys and pushed every button to get her blood tested and Doppler scanned before 3pm as we have to leave for the airport at 5pm. She performed miracles as she always does with me and the scan was clear, although the haematologist was not happy about her flying so far.
Back home after all the palaver and twenty minutes before I'm about to take her to the airport, Mrs C takes our car up to the shops to buy some mince for our tea. On the way back, just about to turn into our driveway, a backside builder's van tries to overtake her on the right and rips the whole of the front of our car off, rendering it completely immobile and probably a write off. I had no choice but to take my daughter to Heathrow using her car but everyone was a nervous wreck after what was a terrible start to the month. I felt like changing the lyrics to the Boomtown Rats' famous Monday hit to "Tell me why, I hate October," but didn't want to get embroiled in a law suit.
After a sleepless night tracking my daughter's progress over Iraq, Iran, Pakistan, India down to Sri Lanka, we finally received notification this morning that she hadn't died during the flight. She felt knackered yes, her legs were still achy yes, but she was ok.
And that my dear forum friends is our start to the month. Yesterday, there wasn't a Magpie in sight and although we all have our own sh1t to deal with, I bet mine has been worse than most.
Bazza