WOW: Rudy's gone all 3D

Today has been a day that no-one could have predicted, written about, thought possible etc. etc.

This morning we found out that Chris's second operation, which was scheduled for today, was to be postponed until the 14th (romantic, huh!) This means another ten days of not being able to do much at all and then recovery time which includes 6 weeks of not being able to drive...

Then.

Alice had an accident. I left her at the sink for a moment, playing with her wee plastic tea-set, washing up. There was a blood curdling scream and I realised immediately that Alice had something in her eyes. I presumed that it was washing up liquid and very quickly started rinsing with water and she calmed down, while Chris googled what to do: I know that anything in the eye is serious but somewhere in my subconscious I must have known that washing up liquid did not pose immediate danger - and I was right. But, when I went back through to the kitchen I quickly realised that it was, in fact, a laundry capsule that had burst: I instantly remembered putting one on the side, beside the sink and above the machine ready to put a load on. Alice, had seen, squeezed and burst. And then rubbed her eyes.

NHS 24 said go to the Sick Kids. Sick Kids put yellow stuff in her eyes (same as what Chris had last week...) and shone a blue light which showed some abrasion to the cornea on her right eye. They then tried to wash out Alice's eye whilst 4 (yes, 4) of us tried very hard, and unsuccessfully, to hold her still. She is strong of will and body. Then the (amazing, wonderful) Sick Kids sent us to the Eye Pavilion, where I found myself for the second time in a week waiting to get family eyes checked : (

Alice has some cream that we need to put into her eye (not easy) and an appointment with the paediatrician eye specialist on Friday.

We came home, exhausted. And me wondering what is going on, when I stuck my hand in the bucket tried to force down the rubbish to make more space, forgetting that I had carefully stupidly put a piece of carefully wrapped carelessly parcelled broken frame glass in there earlier on, before all the palava.

Hello big cut in thumb. Thank you for being the thing that fulfills (I hope) my superstitious 3rd bit of badness for a long while.

AND amongst it all Rudy is mastering his understanding of the 3rd dimension.