A year in the life of a Marbelli (Week 15)
Sometimes things don’t always go to plan and unfortunately this week was one of them. With Hilton back at school and Chris’s mood similar to Hannibal Lector on a vegetarian diet, Sav and I had hoped to spend a day on our own visiting Ronda, but ended up spending 5 hrs in the hospital.
Poor old Sav had a suspected appendicitis that grumbled on all week, apparently baffling the medical profession but causing her much distress, so off we went to a hospital in Marbella, presuming that it would be a quick trip and a rapid diagnosis.
Eventually after two hours in the waiting room, we were ushered through to another waiting room and told they were going to give her an X-ray! Baffled why they were doing an X-ray for suspected appendicitis, I started to get a little concerned – they had understood my Spanish hadn’t they?!
The other people in the waiting area didn’t really help the situation either – I can understand why some people may say a little prayer in hospital but the Moroccan gentleman next to us seemed to be saying one for everybody on the coast! The Swede on our other side, who looked like he had just come out of ‘Mafia Wars’, wasn’t much better – but at least he was more tuneful in his rendition of ‘oh my god this hurts’!
Anyway, after a procession of pregnant women (I think there must have been a special offer on childbirth this week) and many, many cups of watery coffee – we were ushered into a room where a drip was put into her arm and a lot of diagnosis guessing went on – it was like a mixture of ER and House, I wanted House to turn up with the perfect diagnosis and George to arrive so at least I had some eye candy to could look at and relieve the boredom! Lesson learnt, if you have to go to hospital here – take supplies and rely on Candy Crush for entertainment!
We never really got to the bottom of the problem – having established that her bottom wasn’t the problem – and so I managed to get home in time for my highlight of the week… No, not an apology note and flowers from my husband but instead Britain’s Got Talent. I do love that programme and David Walliams is a great judge – anyway that’s my Saturday nights sorted for a few months!
My children, on the other hand, aren’t really interested in watching a talking dog or the Welsh Choir – they instead wanted to see Fast and Furious 7. So on Sunday, I took them to the cinema with my lovely friend Erica and whilst her son sat next to mine watching the big screen, we sat next door with big glasses of wine, discussing if I would ever get to go to Ronda!
Anyway, bye for now and see you next week xx
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