Flu,Swollen eyes and Broken Teeth:Accidents Happen.

Monday morning happy and in great form the traveling husband is back in the air.His job is done:for once that he was home for an entire week, he spread his cold and sore throat germs all over the house.Saturday I spent my last drop of healthy energy following the rugby match and that was it.The rest of my S.Patrick’s week end was spent in bed.Thank fully it was not an awful dose and Monday there was no school so I had one more day to recover.

Tuesday was reality check time.The flu was gone but left behind one very stuffy nose and two very weak legs.Not enough to justify an other inside day.I had to shell out my pj,that was glued on my body since Saturday and face the external world.The external world was particularly sympathetic and it had presented me with a bright sunny day:”perfect”,I thought,”I might have to get dressed but I can skip to put make up on straight away.Just for today I can school drop simply wearing a pair of shades big enough to cover the post flu zombie color face.”. So I did but,while driving to school,my friend Toni’s words started to rumbling inside my head:”Never go out shabbily dressed and with no make up because that only fecking time you do it,you will bang into your husband’s fecking ex girlfriend and she will look like she just had a fecking full makeover”.Damn,I should have known better,because it is actually like that.That one time you go out looking like crap you meet someone you know but,considering that it is highly improbable( if not impossible) that I meet one of the travelling husband’s ex girlfriends in the middle of nowhere in Ireland at 8.30 am,I just punched those words off my mind and kept going as I was.

If I was still a bit lazy and slow ,the rest of my gang was hyper and happy to be back out.
Daughter number one was looking forward to present the class the science project she worked on for the last few days;Daughter number two was just happy to leave the house with no sticky ointment on her eyes to treat an infection that,for the last ten days,made her look like Rocky Balboa after the fight of his life;the giant dog was happy ,full stop.He doesn’t really need a specific reason.Last but not least,the little dog was probably the happiest of all to get out.Last Friday she had her bath and haircut and eventually she didn’t look like a lamb anymore.Eventually and cleverly,considering that Easter is around the corner!The problem is that she didn’t have the chance to show it off properly yet because of a little tiny insignificant domestic accident involving herself and daughter number one.

I was in the garden and suddenly I heard screaming and crying.I rushed in and followed the desperate lamentations while looking for blood or peaces of flashes scattered around the house. That scream of horror could have been generated only by an amputated limb. With my surprise the house was clean,pretty much as I left it. I found daughter number one sitting on the first step of the stairs in tears, hugging a distressed little dog.It is still unclear if the dog was in distressed because she was hugged too tight and couldn’t breath or because she had done something wrong.Good thing was that both of them were still in one piece and with no obvious traces of blood on them. I couldn’t see daughter number two but I was not worried because I could hear her practicing the fiddle upstairs, totally oblivious to whatever was happening downstairs. If only she would use that concentration for homework would be brilliant.
In between sobs I get the full picture of the events:Clara ,the dog,in the excitement to show her two legged older sister how pretty she looked and how nice she smelled,banged her head against daughter number one ‘s mouth and broke her a tooth.I have been showed the “cracked tooth”.It was not cracked,it was chipped and the chip was so small that I nearly needed a magnifying glass to properly see it. I immediately rang the dentist and got an emergency appointment for the very same afternoon.The child needed to be taken out her misery and I needed to get her out my neck, as soon as possible. Of course, being the hypochondriac daughter, she kept following me around the house asking questions about what was going to happen and picturing the worst case scenarios ever.She was already sure her tooth had to be removed and she had to face her teen years either tooth less in the front or with a very obvious fake tooth.I managed to convince her that most likely what it was going to happen was that they would have simply file or fill the tooth.

The dentist was the usual German guy.Both, him and the nurse,greeted me by name and with a big smile. Just to avoid wrong impressions I told them immediately that I was not joking when I wished not to see them for an other fifteen years,(no hurt feelings of course),and that the patient was not me but my daughter. With a very discreet whisper I also warned them to cut in half whatever the child would have said because she tends to dramatize.

Fifteen minutes later,with no pain and no drama, daughter number one is out.She is as good as new with two perfect straight and white front teeth and ready for ice cream,like nothing happened .



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  1. Oh, my! What a week! So sorry for you and your daughter – getting the flu is horrible and any visit to the dentist rightfully dreaded. Glad though that you seem to recover quite quickly and that your daughter could enjoy her I’ve cream so short afterwards.

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    • Aghhh! Drama Rama! You are always so active and full of get up and go I can never envisage you hanging out in your pjs! But I’m sure you looked fab in them 😚. I would love some of your boundless energy I’m like a deflated balloon lately. And as for the going out without makeup you look a million dollars any which way however it does apply to me. You think I’m only nipping out I could pull this off and the very first person you meets either says ‘you look tired , you okay hun’ or ‘you alright, are you sick’ at which point you scuttle back to your car vowing never to make that mistake again. Here’s to the kids been off for the Easter break and disconnecting the doorbell forever!!! Stay sane my friend, loving your stories xx

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      • This means the world to me.you are the most beautiful person I know inside out and ,if the typo goes crazy now is because I’m half drunk after a upsetting conversation with my narcissistic mother🙄love you dearly

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  2. Aaargh! That was meant to be “ice” cream! Damn typos!!!

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  3. Now I want some ice cream. It’s the fault of you, your daughter or the dog…..

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  4. I’m happy that you are on the mend from the flu…..oh the wonderful and lovely dramatics of teenage daugthers ;). I hope you have had a better week and a wonderful not too far away weekend :).

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  5. Just be happy your traveling husband doesn’t give you a dose of something even meaner!

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  6. Ah the generosity of spouses and the resilience of youth. 😊

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  7. I love how you describe things. Glad it was over quickly!

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  8. My life is so boring compared to yours! I love your stories of home.

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  9. Wow! You do more in one day than I do in a week! My kids don’t do anything like this… but I guess that’s good, maybe?

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  10. A part of your day was roller coaster-ish. Glad you survived.

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  11. Happy that you are feeling better, it’s never fun when one spreads the plague throughout the household. Very happy the trip to the dentist was successful. I also have a daughter like that 🌞

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  12. Oh no! I’m sorry you were sick! Your poor baby girl… cute she was higging the dog… xxx xxx

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  13. You’re a braver parent than me,
    having a kid learning the violin.
    Practising within earshot!

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  14. Wow, sounds like you have had a bad time of it. Glad to hear it ended well. Now get better.

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  15. Glad all is better. You ought to go out partying with Toni and get some more fun advice😜

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  16. You’re a very patient mother !
    You look like mine 😃

    Well….. accidents happen!

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  17. You are so funny – even when unwell. A brilliant read!

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  18. Just a plain normal madly day… 😂😂😂

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  19. After reading your exploits my life seems quite sedentary!

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  20. Hilarious post Ortensia 🤣🤣💃🏼😘 and I love the thread below too.
    So relieved you’re feeling better! x

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  21. Never walk out the door without looking your best. You never know who you are going to bump into. And your husband’s ex? You needed to be at your best for her. Ironic ,isn’t it? It’s like cleaning the house before the maid arrives.

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  22. I need to take your lesson…I’m awful at leaving the house in sweatpants, dirty boots and a toque (I am Canadian!)…it’s hard for me to actually care LOL!! However I recently re-chipped my front tooth and that was a national emergency! 🙂

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  23. I think I might of went into long stories of them carving a nice wood tooth for her. lol… Adventures!

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  24. What a funny and humorous telling of what was obviously a traumatic week around your home.

    The Irish Times should really hire you as a columnist detailing your life and family adventures in a weekly column maybe entitled A Venetian Innocent 😇 (wink! wink!) Living Abroad In Ireland 🇮🇪.

    Possibly what might happen on the one day you can go out looking like crap is it’s the same same day that Pan Goatee decides to visit Ireland.

    And the week of family mourning (although the dogs will still go around the house running and barking quite happily) your travelling husband at home for the week will spend his time complaining about the fact that his late wife obviously didn’t know the high cost of funerals the day she went out looking like crap the same day Pan Goatee visited Ireland.

    And he will also complain about the high cost of body and head reattachment as he looks at the bill for that so that you can be looking at your best (along with full make up on) in your casket.

    And your hypochondriac daughter will be driving everyone crazy that week as she asks everyone in sight whether or not death is contagious.

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  25. Toothless daughter too-concentrated daughter 🙂 I don’t know…each ur day is full of surprises:) sitting at the airport and had a good laugh (sorry…I can imagine it was painful 😣)

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  26. And hope u feel well 💓💓

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  27. so funny! glad you are better now. x

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  28. Flu should be a ‘four letter word’ glad you’re all better now.

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  29. I summarize my dear: I wish you a peaceful W.E. ❤ V.

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  30. That flu is a bummer. i’m just getting over mine. My wife gave it to me. 🤧

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  31. Laughter is indeed the best medicine, but I sure don’t need to be sick to enjoy your writing. Reading you always brings a big smile on my face. Great post, Ortensia. Glad to hear you have recover quickly. xoxo

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  32. All ur posts are interesting and well written..keep writing ..

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  33. Wow! You’ve had quite the wk. I am surprised you didn’t run into an ex as I did last night. Thankfully, no flu or dentist- the plumbers are here though!

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  34. I’m sorry this happened. But oh, can I relate! I have a great tooth and porch story that didn’t end well for me lol.

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  35. So true!

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