On Saturday afternoon, I was so excited. I said to my friend at work, This weekend is gonna be great! I'm gonna go to the Sail and Anchor tonight, have a few drinks, recover the next morning, go and see the Eagles play, lose my voice from all of the yelling at the footy and then spend the entire of my Monday recovering in time to get back to work on Tuesday.
The weekend gods were not smilling bountifully upon my face.
Instead of going to the Sail and Anchor and having a beery adventure, I went to Freo with Adam and his parents to have Indian food for dinner. Adam was complaining of being sick, so it was home for him and Gilmore Girls for me, his mum and sister. Nice save there. Weekend still faaaaaaabulous!
The next day, I went to the Eagles match. They lost. Frustratingly at that. No loss of voice, they played so badly they didn't even deserve to be yelled at. Weekend not so fab.
On the way home from the football, Adam complained of feeling even more unwell than before. We went to the after hours GP, who sent him to Freo Hospital with suspected kidney infection. Not fabulous at all.
It took them a bajillion hours to sort out what they were going to do with him, so I didn't get home until 2.30 this morning.
He's home after morphine, antibiotics, grumbling and other such fun and he's getting much better now.
But I'll return to work tomorrow with a different story than the one I said on Saturday.
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