El Tigre is alive!

Good news El Tigre is alive! I’ve put him in the medical bay, and nurse Bear is assisting.

Our dog Bear looking at the fish in the pond

Note: This is my husband’s humour. I take no credit for either the image or the message he sent with it.

A visit from my Welsh Penpal Twitter friend

Three years ago, one of my Twitter followers (Suzanne) put out a request asking if anyone wanted to write letters back and forth, in essence become penpals. I figured what the heck, if it didn’t work out, we could just stop writing. Well it did, and over the three years we have become good friends. Now my Welsh Twitter friend who is currently residing in Dubai, is in Canada visiting me for three weeks.  She has just recently moved to Dubai from South Africa, leading an Expat life with her husband.

I’m not exactly sure how it started, either way, I ended up dressed in a homemade tutu (thank you middle child for your assistance), and really bold tights to wear to the airport to pick-up Suzanne aka @Chickenruby. The young man drove me, and stood by me in a very crowded waiting area, as we scanned for the other woman dressed in a tutu. (The young man is very used to his mother’s antics so is quite comfortable standing beside me when I look ridiculous). Dressed in a tutu to meet Suzanne at the airport

Picture of Suzanne and I

Suzanne has been a wonderful visitor to have here, and has easily fit in with the family. She is quite aware that I can only do so much, and need my rest (I can also tell her to ‘bugger off’ if I need my space), so with a bus pass she wonders off for the day to explore.

Suzanne and Bear our dog on the hammock

Bear loves the hammock, so even though he had only known Suzanne for a day, he easily climbed on and sat beside her.

British bunting decorating our backyard

British bunting decorating our backyard for middle child’s 23rd birthday.

Yesterday we had a lovely visit at the Royal Botanical Gardens.

Suzanne at the Royal Botanical Gardens

At the Royal Botanical Gardens.

At the RGB taking a picture

Lantana flower

Lantana flower

Picture of a fountain

How far has your Twitter/Penpal traveled to meet up with you?

It wasn’t Chicken Pox, it was Pityriasis Rosea

A few weeks ago the young man broke out in a strange rash on his torso. At first glance chicken pox came to mind. Now he had had chicken pox as a child, but since his sister had the virus twice, I figured the same with the young man. We didn’t give it a second thought at the time. After about another week or so, I thought it was best he see our doctor because I was no longer sure he had the chicken pox.

At his appointment, our doctor agreed, it did appear the young man had chicken pox but he would have to see him again to confirm. Another week went by and the rash was getting worse, along with the itchiness, with no sign of abating. Plus, it was only on my son’s torso, buttocks, and upper thighs, which again made me question the diagnoses.

Another appointment was made with our physician, and at this time, after further investigation, he informed my son that he had a skin rash called Pityriasis Rosea (adding “look, there’s even a Wikipedia page on it!” (Inserts laughter)). Note: We have been blessed to have, for the past twenty-two years, an absolutely excellent family physician. After putting his shirt back on, the doctor asked my son if he minded taking it off again, so his intern could have a look, being that Pityriasis Rosea is quite a rare condition.

The doctor explained the rash would last about six weeks in total, and the itching may get worse before it started to disappear. To top it off, since little is known about the virus, all my son could do was take an antihistamine in hope that it would relieve the itching. If necessary, the doctor could prescribe a corticosteroid.

In total the young man ended up having the rash for the entire six weeks. It wasn’t until the fourth week, that it started to fade. Thankfully, there were no lasting side effects. Will he get Pityriasis Rosea again? We don’t know.