A week of falls

Well as you can see Celia had a nasty incident with a pavement on Sunday. We went to Hastings on the Mornington peninsula for a walk through the wetlands and after lunch an unusually exuberant Celia ran down the main street and tripped (her feet are still a bit clumsy due to the chemo). Her knees, hands and face were cut but luckily it looked worst than it was as blood filled her mouth and nostrils. Because her platelets and neutrophils are so low right now I wasn't sure if the bleeding would stop or if she'd pick up an infection but she is healing well.
Celia refused to go to playgroup on Monday because she didn't want anyone to see her face but by Tuesday she was happy enough to have a playdate with Bettie.
 The playdate, however, very nearly didn't happen because I had to dash to the emergency department as Mabel fell down the whole flight of stairs. I was convinced serious damage had been done as the noise of her head hitting the wooden floor was deafening and she only cried for a few seconds then went very still and made no sounds at all. She immediately fell asleep in the car and I yelled at Celia to keep her awake. The A&E doctors saw us straight away and by this time she had started to move and make some noises. They sent us home (via the Phlebotomy department as had to get Celia's bloods done that day anyway!) and asked me to observe her for signs of concussion but she was fine, thank God. Then just to top off my day the hospital rang to say Celia's blood counts were really low and she'd need a blood transfusion the next morning - did I also mention that I had sinusitis all week? Roll on the weekend!
So yesterday was another full day in the cancer centre as the transfusion took 7 hours by the time they had done more finger pricks, ordered the blood, set up the drip and administered both chemo drugs.
 I am pleased to report, however, that at long last they are giving Celia gas before her injections and it worked a treat so they've promised she'll get it from now on which is a huge relief for both of us.

The only other major thing happening last weekend was a general election but considering how diabolical both PM contenders were, plus the fact that we can't vote, I wasn't really that interested and judging by the front page of the main broadsheet newspaper the day after the election, nor were Australians! (it doesn't matter whether there's an election, nuclear war or mass genocide, every week the front page is dominated by Australian rules football. I sooo miss the Sunday Times!)