Dad and June's flight was an hour late so we didn't need to leave for the airport so early.
We have an MPV so have seven seats but with luggage and a wheelchair for June with her broken ankle there wasn't enough room to take the kids with us - they were staying here with Jon's mam.
At dinner time though, Jon's mam was not feeling so good and took herself off to her room. I went into panic mode, what were we going to do? We would have to take the kids with us, but to do that we would need to take two cars. Never mind - that's not what I was really thinking but for the purposes of this blog, that will do.
Applying a bit of lippy before we leave and I turn to walk out of the bathroom as Jon walks in - for some reason we were both quieter than stealth bombers and neither knew the other was there. A collision occurred and my right big toe nail just happened to be lifted off the nail bed, by Jon's massive trainers.
The pain was more than I could ever have imagined, I screamed and immediately had 6 little eyes peering at my now upright toenail. Miss T the middle child decided that now would be a good time for a very graphic description - I told her, very politely I might add, to go away.
My brain was already working overtime about how was I going to get to the airport - not going was not an option.
Some may think I was being a drama queen, some will be sharing the pain with me - but my pain threshold is very very low and it hurt - A LOT.
Jon was very brave and faced the music he did not run at all - he did however mention later that he moved a pair of scissors that were close by. I think he had visions of scissors in his eyes!
I just screamed for Panadol. 20 minutes later Jon's mam got up and asked what was going on, we had, well me really, had woken her. Through bitter clenched teeth, I apologised. I'm not sure if I was sincere, sarcastic or delirious but I said sorry. Far too British it think - must work on that.
40 minutes needed more Panadol - it hadn't touched the pain at all.
Needed to pick up Dad and June - I couldn't get on any shoes at all - nor could I walk. Jon's mam suggested I wait here - red rag to bull. I was going and I think she saw that in my eyes, so kept quiet after that.
I decided to go and just wait in the car. The thought of waiting in the car and Jon seeing my dad before me nearly killed me but it was the only option.
At this point, I should mention I hate speed bumps. It hurts a lot when you go over them.
Got to the airport - not liking Jon very much at this moment but also seeing the funny side now and again - maybe the pills were working, not on the pain but on my mind.
Jon headed off to get them and I settled down, as much as I could with pain like someone had ripped off my toe nail. oh they had!!!
5 minutes later Jon appears back at the car with a WHEELCHAIR. I couldn't do it - what would it look like, my new stepmum in a wheelchair with a broken ankle and me - in a wheelchair. Was I taking the pxxx? How to make a good impression.
Jon convinced me to do it. I did it. I met my dad and June - both of us in a wheelchair. We all saw the funny side - and then my pain killers wore off.
We were travelling up to Coffs Harbour for a beach and pool holiday the next morning at 5am - so I decided to go to the hospital to see if they could help me.
Long story - I got seen at 3am - they made me feel very guilty for wasting their time but they fixed it. It hurt a lot but was hugely improved the next day.