Farm Antics and Bad Parents

Hello on this lovely Monday,

First school morning of daylight savings.. EWWW.. It is still quite early but once i wake the kidlets it will get VERY ugly!!

How funny are these signs?? As i mentioned before we have a sheep station, it is seriously in the arse end of nowhere. There are a few nutters around, odd people , people hiding from life, and the occasionally normal person living near by. A station about 60kms from us has these signs up...I laughed so much. The police made them take it down about a month later. (Yep things happen slow in the bush!

We had a great time on the weekend. Miss 14 had 2 of her friends with her. We hardly saw them, they were swimming in the dam, driving the farm ute and riding motorbikes.

Motorbikes...Hmmm, this is where the bad parenting comes in the play.

My kids have been brought up with motorbikes, they arnt even allowed to look at one without a helmet on. Up until recently we always made them wear long sleeves and pants. It was quite hot on the weekend and we let out son ride with only a tshirt and jeans. (Bad parents)

Mr C and master 11 were checking fencing about 10kms from the house when master 11 crashed. He didn't look that bad, nothing broken, battered and bruised with a nasty graze on his right forearm. Mr C brings the lad in for me to patch up. (Mind you Mr C had done a first aid course the weekend before, but as always its my job to clean up the mess after all the fun)

My poor man was white but not really crying. We sat him down gave him lots to drink and panadol and begun to check him out. His arm looked yuck but wasnt bleeding, and beleive it or not not sore at all!! I washed his arm with saline and coved it with a nonstick pad thingy, and put a cold pack on it. After we picked the millions of prickles out of him he wanted to go riding again, but we told him nope!!

The next day it looked alittle better and we were coming home the same day anyway.

So last night i took him to the hospital for a check up. After bloody hours of waiting, I found out it was a sever burn...OMG!! WTF??? so of course we had a cranky nurse who said that despite the fact we were almost 3 hours from the nearest hospital we should have brought him in. Made me feel like an arsehole. Fuck if i knew how bad it was of course i would have got him help!!!! The doctor was great though, all he kept saying was...gee its deep. The nurse who treated it was fantastic. My boy was scared (thanks to bitch nurse) that he would have to have his arm cut off!! Mr 11 is Austic, he is high functioning though but needs to have things explained to him in black and white, he us ally doesnt understand jokes. I told him at the worse he would need a op for skin grafts but i think that would be most unlikely, then he was cool with it all.

I understand that nurses are overworked and very underpaid, i honestly have the upmost respect for them but for fucks sake she could have had some compassion with my boy and not get up me so much. I thought i was doing the right thing. She said we should have ran it under running cool water for half an hour. We have DAM water!!!! more yabbies and germs than what was in the bloody burn!! we did treat it and cool it down for about an hour. Anyway im over it now.

We find out in 72hours if he needs grafts, most likely not and we are off the burns unit on Tuesday!! Sigh.

The top photo is of our station from the air, well its not all of it but the homestead paddock.

Im still not sure about how to move pics around yet, but i will work it out sooner or later.

This pic was taken before we owned it, and we are pleased to say that it has heaps more grass on it now, as we have rested it by keeping only a small amount of stock on it and held off the cropping for a few years.

So that was my weekend!! Nothing like a bit of drama huh? The story of my fucking life Grin

Cheryl x