Well, a very dramatic end to a busy weekend.
Saturday was very pleasant with a geological birthday party - lovely lunch and nice to see Judith and Paul again. Sunday started off very peacefully - washed Womble, got everything organised, Sarah & I were going to the Autumn Gold Cup show - she was to do the private drive and single harness and I was to do the utility course and obstacles. So civilised only having to leave home at 9 - 9.30!
Off we went and arrived with plenty of time - estimating we would be home again at about 3. We helped lay the course - lovely area for the private drives but a smallish area with steep banks that one could plummet off if you didn't stop in time for the cones -eeek! Just as well I moved his reins down a notch on the bit!
Sarah came third in the single harness - Wunderkinds first show! Well done! We didn't watch the private drive as we were warming up Womble and then it was time for the cones. First round clear and then the run-off judged by speed. We were the last to go and off we went - Sam as groom and we zoomed around! Yes! As we crossed the finish line we turned right so that we wouldn't be going helter-skelter for the bank and over we went, carriage and all! One never knows what happens, one minute you are having a great time and the next you are skidding along on the floor feeling very OW!
Got Womble out of part of his harness and then he insisted on getting up and broke the rest, but he was OK - then over to Sam who was being helped by Johan and Sarah - called for a paramedic, she had broken her wrist. Found my glasses which were a bit skew-wiff and watited for the paramedic to bind her up.
Off to casualty at Sunninghill - dreadful place - 3 hours wait in which they did 1 x-ray. They called the orthopaedic surgeon who was on his way as it was not a clean break - and we sat and we sat and we sat. Finally the surgeon burst in asking where was his patient! The theatre had been prepped the ward ready - all waiting for us - while we waited for them! They really did neglect us shamefully - and no pain relief for Sam for the whole time.
Once we got to the ward everything was far more organised - off we went to theatre with me all gowned up (would have fit a giant - trailed on the floor) and hatted and shod in blue so that I could hold Sams hand while they put in the drip to anaesthetise her.
Off she went to sleep - she was so very very brave the whole time and never complained even about the waiting except that she was so thirsty and hungry but was not allowed to eat in case they needed to operate. They started to open her moutht o put in tubes etc and I said - do I still have to be here - can I go now, I don't really want to watch the whole thing! The surgeon and the anaesthetist were really great people - friendly, telling me what was going on etc. (Johan had gone to pick up Michael and take him home) AND - as a special event, Gareth, the really really good looking Doctor who was in Survivor SA was there too - touched Sam on the hand (swoon in my blue monstrosities!) and told her not to worry! He is even more good looking in real life than on the screen although this link to his webpage makes him look all big chin and vaguely wet which he doesn't look like in real life.
So off I went then to sit outside the theatre - and worry about death under anaesthetic etc but it was very quick and then she came back with a big cast - right up to her shoulder. Back to the ward to wake up properly.
In the bed next to her was this tiny black baby that needed an oxygen mask and had a lot of trouble breathing. I asked his parent what was the matter with him. They were americans and had only just "got him" and 2 weeks ago they had switched off his life support system and thought he was going to die. He was 2 years old (but was the size of a very skinny 3 month old) and had 2 holes in his heart. Going to have a big heart op the next day. While Sam was still sleeping he held my finger and smiled and gurgled as best he could through his various drips and tubes - hope he makes it - such bright eyes and a very strong grip - when I take Sam back for her checkup on Thurday I'll see if we can pop in to see him - baby Malgas.
So as soon as we could we were out of there (8 hours!) and stopped to get Sam a McDonalds ice cream for being so good!
What a relief to get home - and then I could peel off my pants to reveal my bruises - owweee! Think I should get a Guiness world record for the largest bruise! Think of a very large oval serving platter and you've got the size about right - and that's just one leg!
Oh yes - most important - we won the cones by over 4 seconds!
Saturday was very pleasant with a geological birthday party - lovely lunch and nice to see Judith and Paul again. Sunday started off very peacefully - washed Womble, got everything organised, Sarah & I were going to the Autumn Gold Cup show - she was to do the private drive and single harness and I was to do the utility course and obstacles. So civilised only having to leave home at 9 - 9.30!
Off we went and arrived with plenty of time - estimating we would be home again at about 3. We helped lay the course - lovely area for the private drives but a smallish area with steep banks that one could plummet off if you didn't stop in time for the cones -eeek! Just as well I moved his reins down a notch on the bit!
Sarah came third in the single harness - Wunderkinds first show! Well done! We didn't watch the private drive as we were warming up Womble and then it was time for the cones. First round clear and then the run-off judged by speed. We were the last to go and off we went - Sam as groom and we zoomed around! Yes! As we crossed the finish line we turned right so that we wouldn't be going helter-skelter for the bank and over we went, carriage and all! One never knows what happens, one minute you are having a great time and the next you are skidding along on the floor feeling very OW!
Got Womble out of part of his harness and then he insisted on getting up and broke the rest, but he was OK - then over to Sam who was being helped by Johan and Sarah - called for a paramedic, she had broken her wrist. Found my glasses which were a bit skew-wiff and watited for the paramedic to bind her up.
Off to casualty at Sunninghill - dreadful place - 3 hours wait in which they did 1 x-ray. They called the orthopaedic surgeon who was on his way as it was not a clean break - and we sat and we sat and we sat. Finally the surgeon burst in asking where was his patient! The theatre had been prepped the ward ready - all waiting for us - while we waited for them! They really did neglect us shamefully - and no pain relief for Sam for the whole time.
Once we got to the ward everything was far more organised - off we went to theatre with me all gowned up (would have fit a giant - trailed on the floor) and hatted and shod in blue so that I could hold Sams hand while they put in the drip to anaesthetise her.
Off she went to sleep - she was so very very brave the whole time and never complained even about the waiting except that she was so thirsty and hungry but was not allowed to eat in case they needed to operate. They started to open her moutht o put in tubes etc and I said - do I still have to be here - can I go now, I don't really want to watch the whole thing! The surgeon and the anaesthetist were really great people - friendly, telling me what was going on etc. (Johan had gone to pick up Michael and take him home) AND - as a special event, Gareth, the really really good looking Doctor who was in Survivor SA was there too - touched Sam on the hand (swoon in my blue monstrosities!) and told her not to worry! He is even more good looking in real life than on the screen although this link to his webpage makes him look all big chin and vaguely wet which he doesn't look like in real life.
So off I went then to sit outside the theatre - and worry about death under anaesthetic etc but it was very quick and then she came back with a big cast - right up to her shoulder. Back to the ward to wake up properly.
In the bed next to her was this tiny black baby that needed an oxygen mask and had a lot of trouble breathing. I asked his parent what was the matter with him. They were americans and had only just "got him" and 2 weeks ago they had switched off his life support system and thought he was going to die. He was 2 years old (but was the size of a very skinny 3 month old) and had 2 holes in his heart. Going to have a big heart op the next day. While Sam was still sleeping he held my finger and smiled and gurgled as best he could through his various drips and tubes - hope he makes it - such bright eyes and a very strong grip - when I take Sam back for her checkup on Thurday I'll see if we can pop in to see him - baby Malgas.
So as soon as we could we were out of there (8 hours!) and stopped to get Sam a McDonalds ice cream for being so good!
What a relief to get home - and then I could peel off my pants to reveal my bruises - owweee! Think I should get a Guiness world record for the largest bruise! Think of a very large oval serving platter and you've got the size about right - and that's just one leg!
Oh yes - most important - we won the cones by over 4 seconds!
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