A busy day.
Dec. 19th, 2011 01:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shade184Today was most eventful.
Heads up, long ramble ahead.
Today, there was a family gathering going on at a park in Brisbane, and while I was warned about it a week or so prior, of course I forgot all about it and so only just woke up in time to get ready and leave with the rest of the family. Andy and Immy came along too, and Mum ended up staying home (she wanted to do some stuff around the house).
So we went there, and almost immediately I remembered why I don't like family gatherings. As usual, my immediate family stayed pretty separate from the rellies. We don't talk to them very often, and usually it's only Mum and Dad who get anything out of the gatherings, conversation-wise at least. For me, it's just the same old conversations. "How's the job-hunting going?" "Nothing yet." "Well, don't give up, you'll find something eventually." It's been pretty much exactly that for the last four years, except that last time there was the painting job, so everyone was asking how that was going, and I had to explain that I wasn't working anymore, and no, I wasn't fired, I was made redundant because my boss was fired by a jackass foreman having a temper tantrum, and yes, I was looking for work again, and no, of course I haven't fucking found anything because if I had we wouldn't be talking about looking for work, would we? Sigh.
Sorry, I ramble. ANYWAYS.
After being there for about an hour, there was a bit of an uproar. I saw little Sean, who's about two now if I recall correctly (bloody smart though, he should be in preschool) being carried over to the picnic table; he was crying, Dad was holding his little hand in a bunch of paper towels, and there was a fair bit of blood. After a few minutes of rushing around, Dad took off to the hospital (which was just around the corner from the park), bringing Tina with him.
We eventually determined that he and David (my 12-year-old brother) had been going along the footpath in their scooters, Sean had gone over a bump and fallen off his (yes, he's scooting at age 2, bright kid) and David, unable to stop, had accidentally run over his hand. Dave picked Sean up and carried him to Dad, who took him from there.
The next few hours were spent just waiting around, talking with rellies while the kids played. Just a normal gathering, except without Dad or Sean. Nobody made too much of a fuss, thankfully. Kept things nice and calm. After most of the family had left, it was just my cousin Nicole, her husband and kids, and the rest of my immediate family. Immy and I were pretty much the "parents" for most of that time, nothing we didn't already have experience in, hehe. Eventually Dad called - one of Sean's fingers had been run over, the nail was pretty fucked up but the rest was fine. It had taken him a long time to get past the waiting room, and Sean had settled. One of the nurses had even brought out some bubbles for Tina to blow for him, which made me laugh.
The docs wanted to take an X-ray, just to be sure, so they did that while we waited a little longer. Eventually, Dad got back to the park with the two kids, and filled us in as he drove back to the hospital. The doctors said that the nail needs a minor operation so that it would regrow properly - that will be taking place tomorrow morning. In the meantime, Sean had a pad and a patch placed over his finger, and he stayed with Dad while Andy, Immy and I walked the kids down to a nearby Hungry Jacks (our equivalent of Burger King, for non-Australian readers) and fed 'em. After about two hours of waiting around, Dad came down again and filled us in one more time.
Mum was driving up in the other car, she would meet us, and take Sean and Tina to our grandparents' place, and go to the hospital in the morning. Dad would take the rest of us home. We had to wait another hour for Mum to arrive, so Dad took us to another HJ's, one which had a playground, so it was a relief to get the kids (including Sean) running around for a bit.
By the time we got Mum to our location, and then to our grandparents', it was nearly midnight. Then, another hour and a half drive home. We've finally arrived, about nine hours after the initial accident, and we are fucked. So now, here I am, listening to Cascade and unwinding with some ranting. If you've made it this far, have a hug and a cookie, you fucking deserve it.
TL;DR Sean hurt his hand, we had to run around for ages dealing with it, stayed in Brisbane much longer than we wanted to, but he's fine now and will be home tomorrow.
Oh, and I missed my words for today AND my drawing update. :(
Heads up, long ramble ahead.
Today, there was a family gathering going on at a park in Brisbane, and while I was warned about it a week or so prior, of course I forgot all about it and so only just woke up in time to get ready and leave with the rest of the family. Andy and Immy came along too, and Mum ended up staying home (she wanted to do some stuff around the house).
So we went there, and almost immediately I remembered why I don't like family gatherings. As usual, my immediate family stayed pretty separate from the rellies. We don't talk to them very often, and usually it's only Mum and Dad who get anything out of the gatherings, conversation-wise at least. For me, it's just the same old conversations. "How's the job-hunting going?" "Nothing yet." "Well, don't give up, you'll find something eventually." It's been pretty much exactly that for the last four years, except that last time there was the painting job, so everyone was asking how that was going, and I had to explain that I wasn't working anymore, and no, I wasn't fired, I was made redundant because my boss was fired by a jackass foreman having a temper tantrum, and yes, I was looking for work again, and no, of course I haven't fucking found anything because if I had we wouldn't be talking about looking for work, would we? Sigh.
Sorry, I ramble. ANYWAYS.
After being there for about an hour, there was a bit of an uproar. I saw little Sean, who's about two now if I recall correctly (bloody smart though, he should be in preschool) being carried over to the picnic table; he was crying, Dad was holding his little hand in a bunch of paper towels, and there was a fair bit of blood. After a few minutes of rushing around, Dad took off to the hospital (which was just around the corner from the park), bringing Tina with him.
We eventually determined that he and David (my 12-year-old brother) had been going along the footpath in their scooters, Sean had gone over a bump and fallen off his (yes, he's scooting at age 2, bright kid) and David, unable to stop, had accidentally run over his hand. Dave picked Sean up and carried him to Dad, who took him from there.
The next few hours were spent just waiting around, talking with rellies while the kids played. Just a normal gathering, except without Dad or Sean. Nobody made too much of a fuss, thankfully. Kept things nice and calm. After most of the family had left, it was just my cousin Nicole, her husband and kids, and the rest of my immediate family. Immy and I were pretty much the "parents" for most of that time, nothing we didn't already have experience in, hehe. Eventually Dad called - one of Sean's fingers had been run over, the nail was pretty fucked up but the rest was fine. It had taken him a long time to get past the waiting room, and Sean had settled. One of the nurses had even brought out some bubbles for Tina to blow for him, which made me laugh.
The docs wanted to take an X-ray, just to be sure, so they did that while we waited a little longer. Eventually, Dad got back to the park with the two kids, and filled us in as he drove back to the hospital. The doctors said that the nail needs a minor operation so that it would regrow properly - that will be taking place tomorrow morning. In the meantime, Sean had a pad and a patch placed over his finger, and he stayed with Dad while Andy, Immy and I walked the kids down to a nearby Hungry Jacks (our equivalent of Burger King, for non-Australian readers) and fed 'em. After about two hours of waiting around, Dad came down again and filled us in one more time.
Mum was driving up in the other car, she would meet us, and take Sean and Tina to our grandparents' place, and go to the hospital in the morning. Dad would take the rest of us home. We had to wait another hour for Mum to arrive, so Dad took us to another HJ's, one which had a playground, so it was a relief to get the kids (including Sean) running around for a bit.
By the time we got Mum to our location, and then to our grandparents', it was nearly midnight. Then, another hour and a half drive home. We've finally arrived, about nine hours after the initial accident, and we are fucked. So now, here I am, listening to Cascade and unwinding with some ranting. If you've made it this far, have a hug and a cookie, you fucking deserve it.
TL;DR Sean hurt his hand, we had to run around for ages dealing with it, stayed in Brisbane much longer than we wanted to, but he's fine now and will be home tomorrow.
Oh, and I missed my words for today AND my drawing update. :(
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on 2011-12-19 12:40 am (UTC)