I’ve just had one of those weeks.

Apart from continually losing my internet connection, (twenty-five times, one day), the sliding doors on my new wardrobe have decided not to budge, so I can’t access most of my clothes.
 
If you ever dreamed of an internet lifestyle working in your underwear – forget it.

It’s not all it’s cracked up to be!

Yesterday, I decided to have a break from the annoying computer. 

My plan was to walk to the local shop, grab a few basics, and then do some gardening as my vegetable patch was beginning to resemble a jungle of weeds. (No, not in my underwear)

However, it was not to be.

I went to the shop, then called in to see my parents, only to discover my mother wasn’t very well.

She’s a tough old bird though, and never complains. Rarely will you find her at the doctor’s surgery, but yesterday, I made an appointment for her and insisted she went.
 
To cut a long story short, I took her to the doctors, and then went with her and my dad to the Accident and Emergency department at the local hospital.  After a lengthy wait and several investigational procedures,  she was finally admitted.
 
It was an all day affair, with lots of hanging around waiting for something to happen to move the admission process along, BUT I’m not complaining.

Everyone she saw was very nice.

We are so lucky over here in UK.  We do have a National Health system, and anyone eligible who needs it can get treatment.

As I was out all day though, I missed delivery of a package I was expecting, so today I went to collect it from the Post Office.
 
I went early and as I hadn’t had any breakfast, I grabbed a stick of celery to chew on route.

Big mistake!

I’m not sure if you’ve ever tried to eat celery, but it can be quite difficult.  It has a strange texture, can be a bit stringy and takes a lot of chewing to break it down, which is why it’s highly recommended  for people trying to lose weight.

It uses up a lot of energy, i.e. – calories!

Anyway, I hadn’t got far along the road when I realised I was having  difficulty breathing.  A piece of celery seemed to be jammed in my throat.

I coughed, and coughed, and coughed, in an attempt to shift it, but nothing happened,  and I started to panic,  which made things worse.
 
I coughed some more, drove quickly to the nearest house, banged loudly on the door and indicated to the surprised resident, who was clutching her dressing gown around her, that I  couldn’t breathe and needed her to hit me on the back.

She did so, and quickly called her husband for help.

His whack was much harder, but it worked.

The poor things must have thought they’d got some demented woman on their doorstep, but were really nice to me.
 
They invited me in, gave me a seat and some water, and once I’d stopped shaking, I thanked them and left.

So you see, it’s been quite a week,  BUT…

I  did get to spend a whole day with my lovely parents,(albeit at the hospital),  and I’m here to tell the tale!

Guess I was born lucky!

Jean

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