Back from Cambodia.
My return hasn’t been quite what I expected. Not that I anticipated a ticker-tape parade, or an award for services to humanity. I just wanted to come home, full of exciting tales, my loved ones around me, and settle back into normality.
What I got was a stumble from one emergency to another.
The day after I surfaced from sleep, my son’s knee suddenly went red – painful enough for him not to be able to walk – and so off to hospital he went.
Christmas day was a blur. My son had been allowed out of hospital for the day, but was still incapacitated and lay on the sofa with his leg up, antibiotics at his side. We were all tense and uncomfortable. I had only had a couple of days to ground myself back in Australia and I was still suffering from classic jet lag, and although my body was home, I’m not sure that my brain or spirit had caught up.
I discovered that my car had been involved in an accident (no-one was injured – thank goodness) while I had been away. The insurance company, in its wisdom had written off the vehicle.
I was without a car!
Boxing day hit – and so did my stomach!
“What!!” It screamed at me. “You decided a diet of rich food as soon as you arrived home was a good idea???”
I went down with a bad case of Bali Belly (even though I wasn’t in Bali!)
Had I only been home a week?
Everyone was aghast that so much had gone wrong in 2016, and then 2017 began. Let’s hope that this year we can re-set the dials of life and the balance of calm will prevail.