Gotta Laugh, Right?

I wouldn’t believe it unless I had experienced it…and guess what? I did.

I had to return to the hospital today to have my cast cracked open for flying. It took me half an hour to get from our villa to where we could catch a cab. Mum had bought a stool so I could sit on it to climb over the different size steps all around the villa. Hop, hop, sit, slide legs around, push myself back up, hop, hop, etc.

Got to the hospital and the surgeon was late again (yeah! I know! Doctors, right?) Then they had to saw into my cast – OMG! My leg is still swollen underneath. I screamed more from this little procedure than when I broke it. You know those sticks doctors use to look down your throat? I bit through 2 of them, trying to contain my pain.

Then it was ‘wait for meds and the report’ time. In total, it took 3 hours at the hospital despite having an appointment and the hospital calling me 3 times during the day to make sure that I was attending.

Finally, Mum and I hopped into a cab, via McDonalds, to go home.

We arrived and it was totally dark. I couldn’t even contemplate the path in the dark. The (wonderful) taxi driver and Mum carefully followed the pathway to find out what was wrong. Mum was sure she had left the lights on for our return. It seems we were out of electricity.

We phoned our host 3 times (except I had saved the number wrongly and we were calling our tailor!) I couldn’t eat any dinner because I was afraid that I would need to go to the toilet and wouldn’t make it in time – it really is a long way from the front to our villa using crutches and a stool.

Finally, we got through to our host’s girlfriend. She doesn’t drive and had to find a lift over to re-fill the electricity.

Back at the villa now – all I want to do is click my heels together and say ‘there’s no place like home!’

WARNING – Venting to Follow

I am currently in Bali – lucky me, right?

I scrimped and saved for 5 years so I could have 4 weeks of warmth, massages and relaxation. After 5 days, I fell and broke my ankle and leg – go me! Now I have to return home to have an operation.
These things happen, right?

This is not what has me pissed off (at least, at the moment).

I have been a member of a particular fibro site on FB for at least 2 years. I post pertinent information, answer questions when I can and so on – you know what I mean. There are also a variety of other types of posts from members, like

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***names have been removed to protect identities

You get the idea, right?

So, today (after being blocked by FB for a month (long story but it involves this article) which explains why you have not heard from me) I posted the following:

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TAKE ADVANTAGE OF MY BAD LUCK!
$1500 ONO

I have a fabulous 3 bedroom villa in Bali until August 23rd but (lucky me!) I have just broken my leg and have to come home.
So…does anyone want a cheap holiday in Bali?

  • Situated on a quiet street (Jalan Kresna), right on the border of Seminyak and Legian.
  • 3 bedrooms – all with their own bathrooms and king-sized beds!
  • Fabulous private pool – and we’ll leave you all our pool lounges!
  • Lovely host – Benjamin.
  • WIFI
  • Walking distance to most places (if you have 2 legs):
    • 2.2kms to Bali Deli
    • 2kms to Double 6 beach (via Jalan Arjuna (Double 6 street))
    • 2.1kms to Carrefour

The villa is advertised on AirB’n’B if you would like to check it out

DM for any further details.

It was deleted.

You would think that there might be some compassion for a fellow fibro sufferer; but no! the post had nothing to do with fibro so into the ether it was sent; despite the last four approved posts (above) not really associated with fibro, either.

20160802_162509Now, I am probably over-reacting but I am sitting in Bali besides a gorgeous pool that I cannot swim in, I am about 10 minutes away from some absolutely fabulous bargains but I cannot go shopping, I saved enough money to have a massage everyday but, guess what? I can’t do that either. I am stuck either on a lounge or in my bed at my villa with my mother (who has her arm in a sling after a shoulder operation – I was supposed to be looking after her), her partner (who is legally blind and more than partially deaf) and my uncle (the last man standing!) So I’m feeling pretty hard done by – wouldn’t you?

As such, and I know that they don’t give a shit, I am no longer a member of that group.

If you feel like venting today, please feel free to do so in the comments below – just let it all out!

P.S. Anyone want a cheap holiday?