Monday, July 22, 2013
A lesson learnt
Well, let me tell you I've learned a lesson these last few days; since Thursday to be specific. I mentioned earlier in the blog, last Sunday as a matter of fact, that I would stay another week, which I did and that two of the nights and three days or so, I would be by myself here with Alexis and the dogs. I mean, I felt perfectly fine, what on earth could go wrong?
But just a couple of hours after everyone had left to another country, I got high fever, extreme pain in my body and had other horrible symptoms we don't need to talk about. With Alexis running around as a very active and enthusiastic two year old, a big property to take care of and watch and walk the dogs - I just felt like Murphy or some other bad luck energy couldn't have arrived at a worse time and I started to get really worried.
The first night was horrible and the morning after, I realised that I needed to see a doctor urgently. Without going into detail ... There I was, stranded among all of this otherwise so beautiful land and nature, very sick, with Alexis and had no idea where the closest hospitals are located and was hardly capable of driving. On top of that and just to make things even more complicated, I don't speak enough French for the French people to even bother trying to understand me and etc, etc. A nightmare.
There were a lot of tears bursting out in all of this and I got my mother all worried back in Sweden, until my mother in law forced me to contact one of the neighbours in the area I've never met before and ask for help with the language problem and to follow me to the hospital.
Long story short, I'm on antibiotics now, feeling better and they have all returned to the house and everything is under control, but the lesson learnt is to not be by yourself with a toddler when you're in a distant place, don't speak the language and yes, all of it is not very good when one is very high pregnant as I starting to realise that I am. I'm beyond exhausted after all of this mess.
Yesterday, I left the big hospital in the closest large city (45 mins away by car) and we decided, mutually, that yet again, it would be better for me to stay here another week, get back to Zürich next Sunday instead and then pack for our long trip and go.
And since I've already postponed going to Zürich now for a couple of Sundays, and M is starting to get used to that ... I'm still here, in the beautiful South of France.