Sufferers

Some people suffer is silence, with some people the silence is louder than with others (makes sense to me!).  But my grand-daughter Krystal is simply incapable of doing any suffering whatsoever without screaming it from the rooftops. If she's off colour, everyone has to know about it.  A proper little drama queen.  I'm not being nasty, I said the same to her and she agreed.

Krystal's mother and two sisters have had the tummy bug and just quietly got on with feeling crook for a couple of days.  Krystal, however, was on death's door.  Not really, but she managed to convince me she was.  So I took her into town to see a doctor.  

The waiting room and cubicles in these medical rooms have more signs than any place I've seen.  You could sit there for hours just reading the signs.  Just as well because the wait is always long.  

I even have a favourite sign.  I tried to explain to Krystal why it was funny but she just gave me a pained look and the more I tried (I always did get grammar and syntax mixed up) the more she appeared to be suffering.  She did, however, give a wry smile when she read the rest of the notice and I quickly put the camera back in my bag. 

 The patient is recovering.

I'm off to Auckland tomorrow and will return on Friday with three year old Aiden in my charge.  (Lord, please don't let him be sick while he's in my care.)  Imagine a whole week as sole charge of an energetic little boy.  How will I cope?  Will we have fun?  I have scheduled a post for Friday but other than that I may not be around in blogland for a while.   

Happy days!