Weeping...

My wonderful, divine, funny, eldest is off to boarding school today. The car is packed. His clothes are labeled and he has his favourite food in his tuckbox. We had his choice of the family meal today - calamari, prawns, scallops. Now if I can only stop weeping long enough to come out of the bathroom all will be well.

We leave in two hours ... sigh.

Boasting mama!

School Sports Day today and the two boys totally cleaned up.

B won the hurdles, the 75m, the 200m, the 400m, the 800m, the relay, the tug of war and the long jump. He also won the outstanding athlete trophy as well as officially being the fastest boy in the school.

Z won the hurdles, the 75m and the relay.

What a day. The best thing was that they were racing against boys almost twice their size. In one race Z who weighs about 28kg was racing a boy who weighs 80kg!

It was just a perfect day. The sun came out and the boys blitzed it!!

The little guys rock!

Domestic Goddess? Moi?

I am having to revise and dust off my domestic skills. Ten years of life on the move and the various assorted amahs and domestic helpers has softened me. (Annette, Feli, Mirasol, Mary, John and N). So this week I cooked my first meals in ten years as N is still unwell. The kids of course thought the idea of me cooking a meal was utterly hysterical and sat perched on the kitchen counters in utter amusement as I prepared to cook our first meal in a decade.

H was the chopper, Z the cook and B the master organiser and recipe reader.

It worked well.

And now, after a week or so, they are really enjoyng the ritual of sitting around in the kitchen whilst everyone does something.

Meals this week?

1. Chicken with farfalle and sage
   
2. Red lentil stew with olive bread
   
3. Chili con carne
4. Salmon parcels with dill
   
5. Spicy canellini beans and pumpkin curry

And the best thing is that they are already talking about what we will cook next week. As I type H is poring through cook books and Z is arranging fresh herbs in glass jars along the kitchen window.

I like it.

I hate those last results

That stress tests is really stupid. really bloody stupid.

insane.

@!&£^shit!! &am blood*%?y p;*£jkhf j(**h^& bum V%))_& F@!!!!

Love the Expat Lifestyle!

Just did on of those online stress tests - my results?

"Thank you for taking the Stress Test!

Your total stress score is 472

If your score totals 150 or more:
You have a 50-50 chance of developing an illness.

If your score totals 300 or more:
You have a 90 percent chance of developing an illness."

Well that encouraging. Thanks a bloody lot for those results....

I'm off to have a carrot juice and go for a run.

That or a big glass of red wine.

Flying friendships

A was flown off the island this morning by emergency helicopter. We had a flurry of phone calls and texts and I rushed off to give her a hand. I have been visiting her every day, picking up her children from school, doing shopping and ferrying the husband around. I have also been a point of contact for the school and some of her other friends.

It has been a hugely emotional time. Her pregnancy was not planned although it did come as a welcome surprise, twins though were an even greater surprise and the whole pregnancy has been fraught with difficulties. There was a life threatening situation for all concerned last month when she was flown to London for treatment and an emergency operation. Stress levels are huge and we have all spent many hours crying, holding hands and laughing.

Such is friendship.

The thing is though that living on such a tiny island has its repercussions and one of them is the quality of medical advice that we have here. Basically, we either get a specialist from the UK who visits on an irregular - and extremely busy - basis or we have to make do with the local talent.

And the local talent is not always that great.

The problem here is the overloaded medical system, the lack of resources, the small talent pool and the expense of living here. Combine that with high alcoholism (and the associated injuries) and the problem is compounded.

Anyway A is now in an overseas hospital and we are all on round the clock watch. Two babies, one mum, two siblings still here being babysat by all of us and an anxious husband dashing between the two countries. The grandparents flying in as I type....

N's neck

N's neck sort of exploded. The absess thing. So we rushed her off to the hospital to get the specialist to look at her again. And they think it (and she) is doing well. She has another appointment in three weeks with a guy who flys over from London and is the hospital consultant on cases such as this. That and she sees the opthamologist and the liver guy who will be monitoring her liver for any damage. The drugs are apparently quite aggressive and so they want to keep an eye on things.

Right now she is nauseous and has bright orange urine. She is also dizzy.

She is now starting to think that she wants to go home especially as her mother keeps calling and weeping. Perhaps after she sees the consultant. She asked me to research hospitals in the Philippines and a friend of mine here (who is also from the Philipines and who speaks tagalog) has been invaluable. She has helped translate diagnoses, talk N through things and explained things to her in a way that she understands. She has been able to put into context what the doctor and I haven't as well as reassure her that she will get better if she continues to take the medications. The big worry is whether she will continue to take them if she returns to the Philipines.

N also asked me to write up a list of questions that she needs to ask the doctor as we will be out of the country when she has her next appointment.

Stay posted.