We’ve been pondering health and well-being this week and how, like many things in life, you generally take it for granted until something happens to set you back on your heels.
We’re all smiling a little more freely today as Farm Girl, who has been very under-the-weather for the last fortnight or so, finally reached the point today where it is vital she returns to school – vital for her well-being that is as. Were she to remain home tomorrow, one of the on-Homestead workers may lose the plot!
The bug that pounced, rucked, mauled, and spat her out was pretty nasty. What started as a stomach bug then appeared to morph into chicken pox (which is doing the rounds at the moment) and then threw in a good old fashioned ear infection just because it could. We’ve had feverish nights, days where she slept almost incessantly, ravenous hunger, no appetite and general misery. Although she is deaf as the proverbial post (the after effects of the ear infection), that she is running races up and down the hallway and uttering that loathsome phrase, “I’m bored,” signals to us that the bug has been kicked to touch and it’s lovely to have our girl back again.
Melody the cat has also had her share of downtime. Those teeth she’s getting a bit long in have been giving her gyp lately and so a visit to the vet was imminent. One extraction, a scale and polish later and our pockets, like Mel’s doped up eyes, are a little emptier. Worth it?
Need you ask?
Illness has also kept The Elders from attending their weekly Homestead dinner date. First a throat infection kept them away, and then Grandad succumbed to shingles and it was decided that the Homestead equivalent to Meals on Wheels was the better option.
The final post-ponder-point is a bit abstract, but it still rocked our world a little. It is no secret that we Homesteaders are not the greatest fan of our national game, Rugby. Don’t get us wrong, we’re very pleased that the World Cup is once again in our trophy cabinet and The Goat Herd can now identify many of the players by name rather than “the undies guy“ or “Mr Versatile“. Jonah Lomu, however, she has always known.
The Homestead was deeply saddened by Jonah’s sudden death last Wednesday. It’s fair to say we as a whole, and The Milk Maid (as a fellow kidney transplant patient) in particular, have not always seen eye to eye. It is doubtful he ever saw my email outlining the whys and wherefores of the anger I felt at his announced comeback post-operation – he certainly never replied – but he was an undisputed kiwi icon.
Mahatma Gandhi said, “It is health that is real wealth, not pieces of gold or silver.” We couldn’t agree more.