Hi everyone. Last Friday we had to go to Hamilton Island for a Business Award which we had won. It was on Hamilton Island in the Great Barrier Reef. We check in and discover we are ROW 13. I said to hubby Oooo!! Not good!!! Well it started from there. Weather was foul with lots of turbulance and no visibility. We are coming in for a landing and suddenly the pilot pulls the plane up REALLY steeply. He apologises and says he could not see the runway and as it is very short and into the sea he had to go back up. We then circled for 15 minutes until he could see to land. We have to get off and walk across runway and down comes a torrential downpour and we are thoroughly soaked including everything in my handbag including my hexies. But let me tell you it went DOWNHILL from there. The next morning going to breakfast the Hotel's highly polished floorboards were wet and down I went in front of the whole conference. I landed on my knee but my leg and foot went out to the side. So Hubby drags me across the floor to a chair and the Paramedics come (eventually). I get treated for some time whilst waiting for ambulance which decides they have worked too many hours so unless it is a spinal injury they are not coming. So we wait for the Rescue Squad who comes with a leg brace so that they can move me. To my embarrassment 3 men (one is my hubby) have to carry me out to the Hotel van which is too high for me to get in so after much pushing, pulling and screaming by me I finally get to Island Hospital where of course I have to wait for ages without any painkillers. I finally get my leg strapped out straight in front of me and decide I am still going to Awards night in wheelchair. Very interesting Hubby showering me, blow drying hair and holding me whilst I do make up. Got standing ovation when I got there. Everyone said I was a hero and all the blokes told hubby I was a legend to make it through the whole night. But did it all end there NOooo!!! to get me into aeroplane I have to go on cargo lift yet again in front of whole conference and the same again to get off plane at Brisbane. Luckily from Brisbane to Sydney I only had to endure being lifted by burly airport workers in and out of wheelchairs and chairs and yet again being up ended into a van but this time with my dress practically around my shoulders. At home Hubby and son-in-law decide the best way to get me into apartment is on my office chair and yet again lifting me up and down stairs. I am having an MRI in the morning and the point to all of this is I don't know when I will post again as my office is on 2nd floor and I cant get up stairs to get help with loading my photos. Maybe my computer friend can come to me and teach me some more. THE BIGGEST LESSON IN ALL OF THIS IS I WILL NEVER ACCEPT ROW 13 AGAIN.
My name is Sharron, I have been married 33 years, Mother to
Daughter 29, Son 27, Schnoodle 5, Grandmother to Aidan, Own Business, I live at Elizabeth Bay in
New South Wales and have been quilting for over 26 years.