We all still need our mammys no matter what age we are!!

Ugh, its day 4 and the nausea just will not shift!! I keep saying to myself, 'RIGHT, lets get ourself together Cat' as soon as I stand up a wave of surfers are having a party in my stomach.

My mam has called everyday to see how I am, in fact I speak to my mam everyday, we are really close. I love it when she calls the landline and says 'You're in' One day, just one day I want to say, 'No, you are talking to a really high-tec answering maching, leave your message after the tone' Or days when I am not in she will leave a message saying 'Its mam, where are you?'

My mam is a nurse, she has been for over 30yrs, she is a specialist nurse in her field of orthapedics, usually for people with broke bones! Or hip replacements. My mam is respected in her field.

But growing up, having a mam as a nurse was really not all that great. Her sympathy and empathy when you injured yourself or were sick was reserved only for those people she looked after on the wards. In other words she required to be paid for looking after you if you were sick. Like the time when I was about 13 and woke up with the worst pain in my stomach ever, like someone had shoved a 12in blade through my side and was turning it. Mam said 'Oh you will be fine, get to school!!'

Couple of hours later I was in hospital having my appendix removed.

You know I love you mam ;)

But she has been a trooper with me this week, checking in on me 'You still sick?', 'Yep, I am, and my house is a midden, but I would rather just sit down and watch movies with the kids than do anything else' 'Oh, thats too bad, oh, I need to go' click goes the phone. Believe me that is a change around in 21yrs, that is sympathy and empathy to her child's needs.

You know I love ya mam ;)

But today she called and said 'Catriona' (She is the only one in this world who calls me Catriona, my god given name apparently, Dad calls me Jill, which is my mams name! Dont ask, dont get me started on Dad, he has even called me Molly, which is my dogs name!) 'Catriona, I think you should go see the Dr, its not right you have been sick for 4 days now' 'But what will the Dr do, give me some magic pill and make me better?' (Remember I slated men that when they have a sniffle they are dying but when you mention Dr to them they hide?' Hmm, pot and kettle plays into mind now, I hate Drs!!)

'Go call the Dr and see if you can get an appt for after 4pm and I can take the kids for you when I finish up here, you are not pregnant by the way are you?'

'NO, I am NOT pregnant, and if I was I would be suing that place you work at!!' My hubby had the snip nearly 3yrs ago, and I was gutted, GUTTED I tell you when it was over in 20 mins and he was back at work within the hour!!! I was sooo tempted to strap him in the vice in the shed and slam two bricks together, for what I went through having his two children will be nothing compared to that!

I called the Drs and he is going to see me at 7:30pm tonight, called mam back to tell her and I swear this is what she said.

'7.30, 7.30 are they open at 7.30?'
'um, no, the receptionist is pulling my leg, I will arrive at the surgery and find it closed!, of course they must be open at 7.30pm if they made me an appointment for then'
'I have never heard of a surgery open at that time'
'Thats probably because you shut yours at 4pm!'

So here is hoping that my body will frighten itself into getting better. Usually when I have a Drs appointment (the last time was when I was diagnoised with Carpal Tunnel Syndrome about a year ago, I was in pain for a week, the day I had my appt it dissapeared!) all my symptoms dissapear and I am much better, here is hoping.

Darn those pesky kids!! The only thing they share with you is their sick bugs!!!

And I just want to say thank you to all the new readers to my blog, especially to everyone that has left me comments the past few days, some of you have made me laugh hard, and nod in agreement with you and I have needed that'

(((hugs))))