It was an Easter unlike any other. My mom and Carli in New Zealand, Dr. Eddie, and to honor Jesus' rise from the dead, the resurrection of tonsillitis.
I had gone to the Doctor the day before, but the antibiotics were not reducing the inflammation of my tonsils, making it more and more difficult to breathe. To say I was a miserable bitch is an understatement. I told the Doc to chop my head off at the shoulders. He replied I would need to sign a consent form before they could honor my request.
Dr Eddie's Illustration of my tonsils
I had to get blood tests to determine what I had, which apparently means Emergency room in this country. I was a little freaked out. The nurses were nice. I was treated within the first half hour being there. They let me sleep in a room until the results came back and gave me a warm toasty blanket. The most unnerving part of all of it - no NYPD in the corridors, no gun shot wounds, nobody dying. WHOA! Where the hell am I?
The blood tests were to determine if I had viral tonsillitis or glanduar fever aka MONO.
Carli: "You freakin' hussy! Stop making out with Irish boys!"
Me: "Sorry, I couldn't help it. I promise I will never kiss another boy."
Dr. Eddie: "Well . . . .that's a bit extreme."
(mom just laughing in the background)
I had viral tonsillitis. WooHoo! A shot of steroids and I get to go home!
I began to slap the back of my right hand as the nurse walked in "This is where the ROIDS go." "Dr. Eddie said you were entertaining . . ." replied the nurse.
Carli: "Ok less of this [being in the hospital] and more of this"
Lake Wakatipu, Queenstown
Ship Creek, Haast, South Island
Milford Sound, South Island
Nugget Point, South Island
Lake Pukaki with Mt Cook in background, South Island
Milford Sound, South Island
Kakanui Beach, South Island
Hollyford Camp, Fiordland, South Island
Hahei, North Island
Fiordland National Park, South Island
The season of Living the Dream has come to an end. Soo Long My Old Friend. It been filled with beautiful sights and even more beautiful people. Oh the memories that will live on.
It was an Easter unlike any other. My mom and Carli in New Zealand, Dr. Eddie, and to honor Jesus' rise from the dead, the resurrection of tonsillitis.
Favorite quote about New Zealand from Carli:
Carli and I climbing up to 13,000 feet
Mom preparing to be the first out of the plane.
Mom is the first to check out the view of Abel Tasman
Carli!
Bye Bye Plane!
Day 2 of Mom and Carli in NZ: Bungy Jumping at Nevis. A 134 meter jump, the 3rd highest in the world with an 8 second freefall. Oh Snap!
Carli hesitated at the ledge and flashed her 'I need my mommy' look to us. The bungy attendant had to ask her to let go of him repeatedly. He told her to pick a rock on the horizon and lean forward as he counted down from five. " five, four, three . . . " he pushed her.
As for me, this was my second bungy at Nevis and coincidentially I am wearing the same thing in the first jump. Here it doesn't matter how many times you do it your adrendaline is still rushing as you waddle up to the ledge.
Drew (tour driver) was completely freaked out. Couldn't look at me with out cracking up and walking away. It was an eventful evening with many highlights. Guys shouting at me that I was a terrible mother as I sipped my wine, a woman giving me the worst look as I bellied up to the bar to order a drink, and I gave birth to the red travel pillow on the side of the dance floor.
Queenstown is Mom Approved!
Awe, look at the happy group of tourist enjoying the sights of Milford Sound. Isn't that a pretty waterfall in the background? What a great idea . . .let's take a group photo.
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