Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 586.

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Worrying Dandruff
(aka Bike)
Part 586
by Angharad
       
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As we went to bed the painkillers seemed to be wearing off and my shoulder hurt like hell. Simon had to help me undress, although I wasn’t in much mood to let him play with my boobs. When I got into bed, it hurt to lie down, sit up and anything else. It was going to be a long night.

Eventually, I lay on my good arm and Simon spooned around me, trying not to touch my shoulder or neck. This was going to be sore for ages–wonderful. One of these days I would learn not to interfere, then I wouldn’t get hurt. Yeah, one of these days.

I must have slept because I woke up yelling as I rolled over on my bad side. Simon jumped out of bed as if the house was on fire. He did however calm me down and after a cuppa and a wee, I did manage to snooze again. The girls were amazing in that they didn’t touch my arm or shoulder. Meems cuddled on my good side and Trish lay with Simon.

“What should we tell Tom?” I asked quietly of Simon.

“The truth, there’s been enough deception.”

“Okay, you can tell him while I bath the girls.”

“With your arm in a sling?”

“Damn, ouch…oh bugger, bugger bugger,” I said through clenched teeth as I pulled myself into a sitting position.

“Pain doesn’t improve your vocabulary, does it?” said Simon, sarcastically as I eased my way out of bed and into the bathroom.

I was tempted to hit him and see how good his vocabulary was, but resisted the urge and went down to see Tom. He was making coffee and helped with the kettle for my tea. I told him what happened at the hospital.

“Do you think she would have jumped?”

“I don’t know, Daddy. I really don’t, but I hope she wouldn’t have.”

“She came close before.”

“Oh don’t, Daddy. That is so horrible to remember.”

“Who’s going to look after the baby?”

“Well, I can’t with one hand, can I? It’s going to be hard enough to deal with my two.”

“We’ll get someone in to help.”

“I expect we’ll manage, after all, Puddin’ could be weeks from coming here.”

“Yeah, but will Stella be in the general hospital or at a psychiatric one?”

“Oh boy, I hadn’t thought of that. Maybe they’ll keep her near Puddin’?”

“Why do you call her Pudding? I though Stella called her Desdemona?”

“That’s a horrible name, if she has a second will she call him, Othello?”

“Oh gawd, I see your point.” He poured a cup of coffee for Simon, who we heard coming down the stairs accompanied by squealing children.

“I was just discussing with Cathy that we should consider employing someone to help with the kids while she’s incapacitated.”

“What about the baby?” he asked.

“I don’t think I can cope with her too.”

“Monica will have to have her then.”

“Does Monica have any experience of babies?” I asked.

“No, but neither do you, do you?”

“I used to baby sit one when I was a kid, and as a student I sat for one of my teachers.”

“What they allowed a male student to sit for them?” said Simon questioningly.

“No, I sat for them.”

“What, they knew?”

“Sort of, they do now,” I smirked.

“What did they know, Mummy?” asked Trish. We had forgotten they were listening.

“That I was a good baby-sitter.”

“I think you’re brill, Mummy,” chimed Trish.

“Thank you, darling, but whatever you want the answer is, no.”

“Huh!” said Trish and she went off out of the kitchen.

“You do seem to have an uncanny ability to annoy your children,” commented Simon.

“Well, clever dick, you get their breakfasts then. I’m going to shower.” I finished my tea and plonked the cup down with a bang. Tom jumped and I ignored it as I went upstairs.

It wasn’t such a clever idea; getting into the shower with one hand was bad enough, trying to wash my hair and the rest of me, was next to impossible. At one point, I slipped and threw out both hands to balance, the pain as I leant against the tiled wall was like a knife stabbing me. Once I’d stopped crying, I reflected on the scar I had from the attack, and it didn’t feel like a stab at all, the knife I mean, it felt more like a punch or kick. The tweak I gave my clavicle now, was more like one would imagine a stab to be, sharp and agonising. I held my injured shoulder, it was throbbing like nobody’s business.

I had to finish on my own, Simon was downstairs feeding my children, well my foster kids, and therefore couldn’t hear me anyway. I rinsed my hair just by standing under the jets of water and waiting until it felt as if all the soap was out of it. The water hitting my shoulder was unpleasant but bearable.

Getting out of the bath–our shower is over the bath–was the next obstacle and I nearly slipped again. Then drying myself, one handed–yeah, great fun, I don’t think.

I couldn’t bear a bra, the strap was right on the painful bit, so I just pulled on a tee shirt top and some joggers over my knickers. I scuffed into some mules and after combing my hair one handed, I went down.

I ’phoned the hospital and enquired after Stella.

“Who are you?”

“Her sister in law.”

“She’s very tired and sleeping. We had to sedate her last night to help her sleep.”

“Will that affect her feeding the baby?”

“We’ll have to check on that.”

“Okay, give her my love, I might try and get into see her later.”

“Will do. Are you alright, you sound in pain?”

“Sorry, yes, I broke my collar bone yesterday.”

“Ouch, sorry to hear that.”

“Thanks.”

I called the prem baby unit. “Hello, it’s Cathy Watts, Stella’s sister in law, you know little Dessie’s mother.”

“Oh yes, how can we help?”

“How is the baby?”

“Alright as far as we know, why?”

“I just wondered if she was missing her mother?”

“Why should she?”

“Stella was taken ill yesterday.”

“Oh, I see, the one on the roof?”

“Um, I don’t think I can comment on that.” I was trying not to encourage silly rumours.

“I see.”

“So is it allowed for me to visit the baby, even if her mother doesn’t?”

“I suppose so.”

“Thank you, it’s just I thought that contact with family members might be useful.”

“You mean human contact?”

“I suppose so.”

“What do you think we are, Miss Watts? Aliens?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it to sound like that.”

“I have to go, bye.” The ’phone went down and I was left mouthing expletives down the empty ’phone.

“You shouldn’t swear, Mummy, said Trish as she passed pushing her pram.

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Cathy Will Have To Have Help

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Cathy will definitely have to have help with the kids whether she realizes it or not. There comes a time where you have to put your Superwoman cape in the closet and accept that you will need someone to help. Stella will be unable to help for awhile yet and it is a fulltime job for someone who is not incapacited let alone someone who is.

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New Character?

Will Cathy get help from new character, from existing character or go it alone?

    Stanman
May Your Light Forever Shine
    Stanman
May Your Light Forever Shine

OH, where is Nanny McFee

OH, where is Nanny McFee when you need her or Mary Poppins? They would be great with the girls and the baby. Teach them all sorts of things. I do hope there is a pysch ward at the hospital and that Stella is not just being kept in an open ward. She could easily get out and away again; and really do herself in. Stella definitely needs long term mental health help. But then, I do believe that Simon, Cathy and Tom could all stand some as well. J-Lynn

The world according to a child...

For all of the disasters that have happened to Cathy lately, a few words from Trish, “You shouldn’t swear, Mummy, said Trish as she passed pushing her pram." should have her on her knees thanking whatever deity she believes in for these children because as long as they have Cathy (and Simon) life is good. Simple as that.

A Nanny?

Cathy really needs help, but I can just imagine the sparks flying and nasty quips and barbs if someone invades Cathy's domain. Whooo boy.

Yes and no,

One of Cathy's stressors is she isn't getting enough help. Someone to help take the load off, really take the load off and not talk about it would be a godsend. It is what she's needed for a while.

A wet nurse perhaps?

The arsehole is on duty again

Time to take Henry to see his granddaughter. I wonder, is it to late to call the little girl Cassie ?

Cefin