If you’re a regular reader of mine, you have no doubt read the story of Tim and his ill-fated barramundi trip on the East Alligator river. If you haven’t, and you want to, you can click here, or the short story is, his motor fell off. Pretty much right on top of a crocodile. Which is just living in the tropics for you.
Well since that particular trip, it seems his fishing escapades are almost going from bad to worse. Although that may be slightly exaggerated because he is skippering (is that a word?) for a fishing charter today, and because of course he is out all day, me and the two older kids have come down with the horrible Gastro bug, the littlies had the other day. Thank God for my wonderful mother who has taken the day off to clean up vomit, do the washing, and play in the sandpit with Bailey. (This happens every time he does some work for them, incidentally. In the middle of the night, after throwing up again, I forbade him from EVER doing fishing charter work again in his life! That said, he is going out again tomorrow.)
But anyway, back to the point. So last Saturday night, he decided he was going out crabbing with some of the guys from work, without telling me. (I discovered later that he did tell me, but I was on Face Book at the time, and apparently agreed. He also suggested that he might go for a walk through the local shopping centre naked, to which he received no response. What can I say? I told you I had an addictive personality.)
At about eight thirty pm, while I was happily engrossed in blogging, I got a text from him saying that he had been bitten by a crab. Immediately I was concerned it would need stitches, or he had perhaps lost a digit, but he assured me he was ok, apart from very sore.
Fast forward two hours, to when he arrived home. By this point, despite a couple of nurofen, the pain had exacerbated, and it was creeping up his leg towards his thigh. A further two more panadol didn’t help, and neither did my attempts at humour to distract him. (I made him watch You Tube clips about a guy getting bitten by a crab on his nipple.) So his mate took him up to Emergency to get it checked out, and I tried to go to bed.
Now I’m not really sure exactly what happened, because his text messages after that were written under the haze of morphine, but they treated him as pretty serious. He was put in a wheel chair, and taken straight in, and assigned not one, but three nurses to monitor him. They put in two drips, attached a bunch of scary looking chest patches to his torso, and pumped him full of pain relievers and goodness knows what else.
When we went to see him Sunday morning, he was lying in bed looking very pale, and like something a lot more serious than a crab had got him. It turns out that hospital policy dictates that since the culprit wasn’t seen, they need to assume the worst case scenario, and that meant water snake. Which if course he tells me via text at two o clock in the morning, and leaves me in a state of sleepless panic, thinking he is going to die, and here I was cranky cause he didn’t even ask me if I minded if he went!
In the end we don’t really know what it was that got him. A Muddy or a stingray are the most likely candidates, with the stingray holding the greatest odds. In fact, the guys at work, (and even some at church), have started calling Tim Steve. At least it was only his foot and not his chest!
Now the point of this very long winded story, which might not even make much sense because I am sick, and tired, was that I suggested very strongly that he should never go fishing again. Instead rather, he should take up some quiet safe activity, such as scrap booking. You can imagine how well that went down!
But what he is now doing is blogging! And what better way than to introduce his pilot post, with the advent of my fiftieth. (if I didn’t feel so vile, I would crack open the champagne.)
Steve (or Tim), is really big on money, and helping people make wise financial decisions, so he is channeling his passion into blogging, in the hopes of reaching a bigger audience. I suggest you click over here and check it out; not only does he know what he is talking about, but he is also very attractive!
So that’s it for me. I think it must be time to go back to bed. Hope you have a happy, Gastro free weekend!