Our travel plans for our (late) holiday this year had been finalised months ago; we were to leave for our 'stay-over' hotel in Beauvais today ready to take the flight to Venice tomorrow morning. All organised, all booked - all sorted. But not quite...............
Last week I felt a little dizzy everytime I stood up - so I booked an appointment for a check up. All was fine at the check up and my doctor asked me to have a routine blood test on Friday morning and we would look at the results when we got back from Venice next week. I went back home and did a little gardening, feeling fine.
5 o`clock the phone rang - and I missed it as I was far away in the garden. Then as I made my way back into the house my mobile went off and on the way to answer it the house phone rang again. It was my doctor telling me that I had to go to the surgery as a matter of urgency. Of course we dropped eveything and went right away.
What is going on with me this year....am I getting as crumbly as the chateau steps?!!!
The doctor called me straight in as soon as I arrived and told me that as the blood tests had revealed that my blood count was so low I had to go directly to hospital for a transfusion! So off we went - and to cut a long story short they started the transfusion almost immediately and I was drip-fed four huge bags of A- ; and a very nervous time followed. I have had every blood test possible and every IV on the go at once and I look a bit like a pin cushion! Throughout the weekend I kept asking if I would be allowed to go on holiday but no one would give me a positive reply as it all depended on my blood tests. But today at 3pm I was released - and our holiday was 'on' again!
I dashed home, packed a case and we left at 5pm! So here we are at the hotel. I am battered and bruised and definitely ready for that holiday now.
Do you think all that additional French blood now makes me half French? I wonder whose it was? Did they have any special talents I will inherit? Will I be able to play the piano? Will I be a master patissier? I may become an onion seller. Will I start wearing a wrap-around apron and wellies and have a yearning to milk cows? Who knows!!!!
A la prochaine mes belles - and, hopefully, no more mishaps for me!