No, not the cast of ‘Saved by the Bell’. Or ‘Stand by Me’. By ‘they’, I mean ‘we’. Specifically Clare, Anna and myself. We’ve had quite a week, to put it mildly. There’s been a lot going on and because we’re here for you and because of you, it makes sense for you to know where we’re at. And there is something you can do for us, actually. But we’ll come to that.
So, me first.
Shockingly poor quality picture, courtesy of my iPhone. I’ve used this one rather than one of my more presentable, super-tanned and relaxed holiday snaps as it showcases in all it’s glory, my Dad’s 32 year old quilted, faux-tartan lumberjack shirt. You’re insanely jealous, I know. It’s ok. It’s my security blanket. But it’s a shirt. And sort-of-a-jacket. Style, function AND sentimentality? I’m killing you, yes? My securityshirtblanket and I have spent a lot of time together recently, as I’m recovering from laryngitis and sinusitis-a stunning combination, if I do say so myself. I did venture off my lovely purple sofa for an afternoon on Saturday to go see my blogging bestest and baby-bump-goddess, Clare. It was a wonderful afternoon and very successful on the ‘Find Preggers some Lovely Maxi Dresses’ front. As you can see…
Doesn’t she look A.mazing? And you’re welcome, for the second offensively-poor-quality iPhone picture in this post. I’m spoiling you. Despite spending her first 14 weeks feeling like SHE WAS DYING (her words) Clare is now officially Glowing. Seriously, it was so lovely bathing in said glow all afternoon, she made me feel so much more human. I won’t ruin all the fun for you, after you gorgeous lot being so excited with her last update post, I’m sure Clare will be along soon with a proper update!
Now, to our third and Most Bravest and Awe-Inspiring Team Member (who, in fairness, will probably only hold that title until Clare goes into labour with the Team AOW bebe)… Anna. (Photo by the incomparable Lucy Stendall)
Firstly, Anna is going to be OK. I have to start with that because starting with the actual start of the story makes my stomach twist a little, and I know how the story ends. So, to be kind to you all, she makes it. (Not even being a little dramatic.) A little under two weeks ago, Anna ran a 5k race with Mr K. Shortly afterwards, she found herself in the St. John’s Ambulance treatment centre with a suspected chest infection. A GP’s visit the following day confirmed the diagnosis and upgraded it to a ‘serious’ chest infection. Anna took her first sick day in SEVEN YEARS (I know!) and there was much high jinks and fun on Skype and by e-mail. A week later, still not able to breathe and after much pestering from the frankly awesome Mr K, there were two visits to A&E.; Eventually, the (not sexy, according to the ever-observational Anna) doctors found a number of blood clots on Anna’s lungs, one of which was blocking her airway-hence the not being able to breathe malarkey. She was swiftly admitted to hospital where, as I write this, she is still being treated. She’ll hopefully be home in a couple of days and then has to concentrate on Getting Better. Anna has been so very incredible throughout this whole, horrid process and we cannot wait until she’s fighting fit(ter) so she can get back to organising us!
Until then, would you stupendous bunch please leave a comment for Anna to help keep her amused? A funny story, link to a hilarious cartoon, a brilliant joke, a motivational limerick…anything goes. We’re on a two-woman mission to distract her from her rebel blood cells.
Anna, this one’s for you. We love you and we miss you and we promise not to break the blog. Maybe.