Thursday, December 04, 2008

The x-rays are IN




















Love Chunks' chest is fine. No fibroids detected, just a 'thickening' due to the bronchitis he suffered from a couple of months ago and some left over scarring. This is a rather nice result to get considering that last week he was asked if he'd been working with asbestos and needed his bladder infection to clear up before the medicos could get another squizz at his two supposedly dodgy airbags.

He got the call from his doctor this morning and we stood there in our kitchen, hugging each other tightly and silently for a long time. Then Milly sauntered in; stomach and tail waggling and flexing on opposite sides to each other and she used her wet nose to nudge us both in the calf muscles, her typical, "I'll have what you're having" move. This always causes us to laugh and bend down to ruffle her ears and give her the attention she's asking for.

We then went back to the bank to sign the paperwork required for sending off a $59,000 cheque to our Flemington home-minders, an increase in our current mortgage and, most frighteningly, a 'bridging loan' that is roughly seven times what we owe right now. Our signatures looked rather wobbly and intelligible when signing our lives away for that last bit. Still, as Love Chunks said a few minutes later as we wandered up and down the greeting card aisle of the newsagent, "It's our first bit of good news in a while."

When I asked who the card was for, he waggled a Lonely Planet picture of two adult elephants standing either side of a baby elephant and said, "For your parents, actually. I want to let them know how much I appreciate how they've provided me with such great support and understanding. Not just because of my Mum's cancer battle but because, really, they are my parents too."

Later, back at home tapping away on his work laptop at the kitchen bench, he called out, "...and I really should add a comment to your blog, thanking everyone for their concern about my health, but access to your blog and other fun stuff is blocked on my work computer...." And this from the bloke who'd only said last week that I'd made him out to be a saint on this 'ere forum, when he was anything but. "Fine," I replied, "I'm more than happy to let them know that you get unreasonably stroppy when you're hungry; you burp at the dinner table in a far louder and more dramatic manner than you need to and you're overly fond of writing 'Angry from Trinity Gardens' letters to editors, local politicians and community groups. How's that for starters?"

He pretended to be mortally wounded, clutching at his (thankfully sturdy and in good nick) heart, chest and lung area.

"Hey," he called out to me from the kitchen again, disturbing my essential and riveting review I was drafting on the latest Taylor Swift CD from my 'office' in the third bedroom. "Hey, have you got any of those Lindt balls left from the 400g box you bought yesterday?"
"Er, yeah. What flavour do you want?"
"Oh any." I went out, blushing, and shyly handed him three dark blue ones.
"Is this all that's left or is this all you're prepared to give me?"
"Er, the former." My face grew redder and I tried not to meet his eye.

Somehow we found ourselves in a tight hug in the same spot in the kitchen as we had earlier, again silently celebrating what we have together. Then Milly came in, dropped a ginormous Chum fart and completely ruined the moment: "Bloody hell! go push the window up while I open the screen door at the front."

11 comments:

drb said...

EXCELLENT NEWS!!! Very pleased to hear it. xo
Never had any doubt it was the scarring of bronchitis.

:-)

Catherine said...

Well that is fantastic news. And such a relief. I'm glad that you guys are getting something going your way...hope this is a sign of things to come.

eleanor bloom said...

Ah, you made me laugh out loud again!

I'm so glad to hear good news. Nice that you both appreciate what you have too (even if the sharing of such details on your blog lead this reader to pause to reconsider her belief that an independent life is bliss).

Miles McClagan said...

I hit someone in the head once with a Lindt ball at the movies...I figure that's pretty middle class isn't it, when you are pegging posher things than Maltesers...

delamare said...

Great news Kath! Although, that description of Millie's fart has put me off my cuppa rather (not for long though!)...

PS, trying to send you an email from home, but now I'm on the new-ish I need to reconfigure my email somewhat. Might try and do it instead from work tomorrow during a quiet moment...

Baino said...

Wonderful news and at least the interest rates have dropped somewhat, that should ease the temporary pain! That dog has a smug face! @ Miley . . it's supposed to be Jaffas init?

squib said...

Fabulous news! :)

The Man at the Pub said...

Yes the news is good indeed, aside from the Chum fart.

River said...

Great news about the lungs. Hope everything else falls into place just as quickly.

Naomi said...

That is brilliant Kath, glad the old boy is fighting fit!! Only another dog lover can really understand just how bad a Chum fart really is, it is the stuff of legends I tell you : - )

lc said...

Thank you to friends known and unknown.

A small scare to others looks mountainous to a scaredy guy like me.

A few years yet to live with my beautiful birds...