Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 2235

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The Daily Dormouse.
(aka Bike, est. 2007)
Part 2235
by Angharad

Copyright © 2013 Angharad
All Rights Reserved.
  
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After dinner, Phoebe came with me to see Danni and Sammi. They both thanked me for their new nightdresses. It was interesting to see that Danni was wearing makeup, albeit not very much–eyeliner, mascara and lip gloss, whereas Sammi, her with the model looks, wasn’t. In fact she looked rather pale. I left Phoebe chatting with Danni.

“Are you okay?” I asked Sammi.

“Just tired, I guess.”

“You sorted their computer problem?”

“Yeah, took me half the night.” She continued her explanation which went right over my head, so I stopped her suggesting she save her energy or used a great deal more explaining in words of one syllable what she meant because I didn’t understand. “But you use computers,” she protested.

“I drive a car but have no idea what happens under the bonnet. If I have a problem I call the garage, if it’s with a computer, I send for you.”

She smiled weakly. Looked away from me for a few moments then said, “Daddy says you were upset about me looking for a flat.”

Here we go. “I’m not upset about that, more that you didn’t tell me you wanted to move out.”

“I don’t really, I love living with you and all the others. You’ve helped me more than anyone else. I wouldn’t be here now if it weren’t for you, Mummy. I do love you,” she started to sniffle.

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

We had a little hug and she calmed down.

“The daily commute was such a drag an’ I thought it would be nice to live closer to work. When I saw how much I was going to get for a bonus, I thought I’d put it down as a deposit on a flat or a house.”

“Have you seen one yet?”

“Sort of, it’s a new build an’ we saw the show flat. If we go for it, I’d like you an’ Daddy to come and see it an’ advise me on colour schemes. I’ve never done anything like that before–an’ like, you have.”

“If you need my help you only have to ask, you know that.”

“I didn’t say anything because we haven’t made our minds up yet.”

“At least you should be able to get preferential terms for a mortgage from the bank.”

“Yeah, Daddy said they’d probably grant it seeing as my parents are both directors.”

“I knew that would come in handy one day.” I felt drawn to her right leg, there was something not right about it. To confirm it she moved and winced. “What’s the matter?”

“Been sitting too long in one position, I think–silly pain in my leg.”

“Where?”

“Down there,” she waved her hand down towards her calf.

“Wait there,” as if she was going anywhere, “I’ll be right back.” I found the nurse in charge and told her about Sammi’s pain. I was pretty certain she had a DVT. The nurse wasn’t so sure and shook her head. “What would you do if it was?”

“Send for the duty doctor.”

“Why don’t you do it, then?”

“I’m not sure it’s necessary.”

“I’ll tell him that I made you do it.”

“That won’t wash, I still get a bollocking.”

“Not half as much as you will if you don’t get him.”

“What d’you mean?”

“D’you know who I am?”

“Yeah, Sammi’s mum.”

“I’m Cathy Watts, Dr Cathy Watts.”

“Ah, perhaps he can find a few minutes to pop up to see it, um–Dr Watts.” She almost fled back to her office.

“Isn’t that illegal, Mummy?”

“What?”

“Impersonating a doctor?”

“I am a doctor, I have a PhD, remember?”

She rolled her eyes. I took her pulse which seemed to be racing.

“I feel a bit hot, Mummy,” she sighed and fell back on the bed. I screamed for the nurse and started throwing the pillows on the floor to get her flat. I took her pulse, there wasn’t one–she’d arrested.

The staff nurse came rushing down the ward. “Get the crash team, she’s arrested.”

She stopped in her tracks and suddenly turned and ran back to the office. I started doing chest compressions. I’ve no idea how long it took for the crash team to arrive, but for some reason they let me stay. I watched them set up the defibrillator, shoot some anticoagulant into her and various other substances and two minutes later they’d restarted her. One advantage of being young is these things recover quicker than they do in older people.

While no one was looking I surreptitiously poured energy into her which I suspect was what had started her, I hit her with it in a bolt just as the defib did–unfortunately it blew the battery in the machine but Sammi seemed to stabilise after it. They took her off to ICU and I picked up her belongings, especially her iPad and went to see how Danni was. She was looking well. They’d take her packing out tomorrow and then she’d have the delights of replacing it with a large lump of plastic, several times a day. The mallet is optional.

I explained that Sammi had become unwell and they had taken her off for an examination. “She will be coming back, won’t she?” asked an anxious thirteen year old.

“Of course, she hasn’t bought the flat yet.”

“What?” asked Danni and Phoebe smirked.

“Sammi is thinking about buying a flat in London to save her travelling every day.”

“Kewl, can I stay there and go watch Chelsea play?”

Phoebe and I did a double take, where had that come from?

“I didn’t think you were that interested in football any more?”

“Huh? Why d’you think I’ve got blue nail varnish?”

Several answers came to mind, including that she might like blue. However, showing support for Chelsea FC wasn’t one of them. “I did wonder,” I conceded and Phoebe had to look away.

“If I get into Trish’s school I’m gonna play footie for them–guaranteed, innit?”

“I don’t think anything is guaranteed yet, but if you do get accepted by them after Christmas, I believe you’ll probably have a very good chance of competing for the team once you’re well again.”

“I’m okay.”

“I don’t think you realise how much energy having surgery takes out of you.”

“I’m young and beautiful–I’ll be okay.”

“If you feel that good, I’ll get your tutor to set you some work to do on your iPad.”

“Perhaps, I’m not that fit yet,” she said and pretended to fall asleep on us. Phoebe was shaking with laughter. Danni made a miraculous recovery and we left soon after, checking on how Sammi was doing. She was comfortable and they did allow us to call by and say goodnight to her. Phoebe was horrified that Sammi had had a heart attack. I admit I wasn’t too pleased about it either but I was glad it happened while I was there and could summon help. It could have been a lot worse.

Driving home, Phoebe asked, “You’re going to put Danni in the convent then?”

“You make it sound as if I was banishing her.”

“I meant the school.”

“Yes I am, she needs to integrate as a girl now she doesn’t have any option and while home schooling her did bring her standards up it won’t teach her how to grow into a woman.”

“Will school? I thought my mothers taught me that.”

“School and peers teach you loads besides academic subjects. Families teach you your moral values, and I hope how to love and be loved.”

“I’ve certainly learned some of that from both my mothers,” she said and pecked me on the cheek.

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If Cathy hadn't been there.....

Sure glad she was.

Suspect Danni has a big dose of reality coming... “I’m young and beautiful—I’ll be okay.”

Mallet Optional!

"...the delights of replacing it with a large lump of plastic, several times a day. The mallet is optional."

You should't leave puns laying around where just anyone can trip over them! ROTFLOL!

DJ

Lucky girl.

Having a mum like Cathy handy can be fortuitous at times.

The mallet and stretcher sounds deadly. (Yeah I know!)

It's one reason that I don't think at my age, I'll ever consider a full vaginoplasty, (that and being celibate anyway). A simple orchidectomy and penisectomy might do me.

There again, I might not do anything, that's one of the problems with being intergendered.

Have a good break Ang.

Bevs.

xx

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Nice to...

Nice to have this episode - along with the rest, as I catch up again. (And enjoying a white Christmas with my wife, kids and the In-Laws.)

Thanks for keeping the story along... Even if I am a bit in envy of those who've gotten their surgery taken care of as I scramble to get my second letter (Docs won't consider scheduling without both of them).

Thanks,
Annette

I roared with mirth ...

When Cathy mentioned the mallet to get the bloomin torpedo in. Yes and it was thrice a day for months. It was painful to the point that I finally stopped doing it all together after a year. I forgot they had warned me about the nerves taking 5 or more years to regenerate.

One day, whilst poking about down there, trying to scratch an itch, there were rainbows, and the stars sang, and my spirit got put inside out for I do not know how long; could have been minutes. :) If I were a proper lady I'd be blushin just now.

The best part was when I wakened in the night and at morning, I was giggling like a school girl with a brand new toy. :)

I've had the influenza or this chapter would have me finding my toys.

Gwendolyn

Merry Christmas. :)

Was Sammi

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wearing those horrible stretchy sock things?
Danni seems a bit casual about her situation, I wonder if there will be some shockage to set in.

Anyway, good morning and a happy Christmas to Ang and fellow commenters. My pit calleth.

"Reach for the sun."

Xmas

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas

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Thank you for another segment into my favorite story of all time. Merry Christmas to you and all the readers here.