Granny gets stoned

                                                                                                                                                    Jasmine in the lagoon

Hello All.

Ok…so the title is a bit of poetic licence.
I didn’t get stoned.
But Mex did!

We arrived at the resort at about eleven thirty  yesterday.
Chatted to everyone and had a bit to eat.
Then we went to the beach.
Jasmine had a ball.
There is a blind lagoon and she loved it.

In the afternoon we had a nap.
Jasmine too.
Our host had booked three different houses for the duel 50^th celebrations.

                                                                                                                                               The two 50 year olds

 
Most of the partying and eating took place at his house.
As we got ready to go to the evening meal  Mex complained of a pain.
From the front to the back on the one side.
We had hardly arrived at the party when he said he wanted to go back to our house and lie down.
I got the keys to the house and took him back.
As we drove into the front garden the pain got so bad that I turned the car and we headed for the hospital  in Port Alfred.

By the time we got there he was groaning in pain.
The hospital was wonderful.
Surprising for a state hospital.
They settled him on a bed and called for a private doctor.
They said he would be there in 15 minutes.
While we waited for the doctor a great male nurse took all his vitals.
Checked his urine.
And his blood.
All seemed in order.

                                                                                                                                                The view from our deck

And we waited.
And we waited.
Eventually, the doctor arrived.
He had not been able to find his car keys.
He was full of apologies.
And I asked if he really WAS a doctor.
He looked as young as my grandson.

He was fantastic.
He diagnosed a kidney stone.
And gave Mex two injections.
One in each cheek.
And we are not talking face here.
He stayed with us until the pain began to subside.
He said if it flared up again we were to phone him and he would arrange for a Urologist to be waiting at a hospital in Port Elizabeth.
Fortunately, by the time we got back to the resort the pain had gone.
And, so far, it has stayed away.
He said Mex should widdle through a strainer to see if he was passing bits of stone.
But we didn’t feel it was quite right to use one of the strainers at the cottage!!!

I settled Mex into bed and went back to the party to find some food.
There is nothing like a bit of anxiety to work up an appetite.
I ate and beat a hasty retreat.
The party was very LOUD.
And people were bouncing up and down.
The last thing I felt like doing.
So I had a perfect excuse to leave.
There is ALWAYS an upside.

Oh yes.
We saw whales.
But we were too far to take  a picture.
You will just have to believe me.