It almost made me sick…

Please take note.  What I am about to write about may be too much for those with a heart, or with a sensitive manner.  It may insult some people, and it may boil some peoples’ blood to the point that I will receive many personal messages, comments and threats.  Please let me assure you, that by writing this post, I am not intending to insult anyone.  I am simply writing my thoughts and feelings, as with every other post I make.

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Once upon a time, on a facebook not too far away from you, I saw a status update from a friend of mine.  It read, “Why would facebook allow sick twisted people to post videos of muslims slaughtering kamels infront of children !!!”  There was more to it, but this is my focus.

The next post down from this stated “**** has commented on a video”.  It was the same friend, and indeed, he had commented on a video to which my stomach immediately knotted.  It had a thumbnail of a camel, lying in a pool of blood.  It seemed like it was some form of hoax.  Surely that’s not blood?  Surely this is one of those posts to simply get a raise out of you..?  Surely all that red liquid is some form of water, simply dyed red..?

I read some of the comments.  There was the comment from my friend.  It simply stated how disgusting the video was.  The majority of the other comments were in Dutch.  I clicked the ‘see translation’ on a few of them, and not one mentioned about the video.  It was just insulting those with the Islamic faith.  Nothing was said about the camel.  I thought my friend had got the wrong end of the stick.  Maybe he just jumped to a conclusion, without watching the video…

I clicked play.

There was a camel on a leash.  One of its’ four legs had been tied up from the knee.  About 10 seconds in to the video, someone came out with a large blade and plunged it in to the throat of the camel.  Blood instantly started to gush out…  It was like a violent waterfall…

I couldn’t watch any more.  The 10 seconds of the 6.32 minute video was too much for me.  I felt sick.  I actually feel sick now, and I watched it about 4 hours ago.  That poor camel.  Those poor kids who were stood around in the circle…  Why were they smiling?  Some of them were laughing…

I don’t understand.

Shaking, I clicked on the ‘report this video’.  Couldn’t do it.  I tried again…  It still wouldn’t work.  What’s going on?  I immediately went over to Twitter, and typed in “Facebook”.  There must have been a problem with the servers, as this error seemed international.  I shot straight back to facebook…  Clicked the report button again…  It allowed me to get to the end of the report, and when I clicked “send”, it said it could not be sent.  There was an error.

I couldn’t cope with the video being on my newsfeed, so I blocked the page instead.  At least it allowed me to do that.

Why?  That’s all I can think.

The Wait is Over

I’m a little late in posting this update, but everything has been a bit of a nightmare over the past couple of days.

Firstly, I am pleased to say that my husband’s surgery was a success.  They had to make one of the cuts wider that they wanted to, but the whole procedure was still classed as keyhole.  He returned home yesterday morning, grotty and in pain.  At least it’s over and done with now.  Happy birthday to my hubby!  But, I repeat, it’s over and done with now.

He was supposed to be able to remove the bandages today.  One (he has four in total) had peeled away under his t-shirt.  After a good look at it, it still looks a bit too ‘fresh’, so my first aid box came out so I could redress it.  That was the one that they had to open a bit more than they wanted too.  I said that we’ll try again later on this afternoon with two of the smaller wounds.  At least he can start to have a bit of fresh air hit the wounds to assist in the healing process.  As for the one I redressed, that just isn’t ready to be ‘naked’ yet.  The fourth is positioned in and just below his naval.  That’s the largest cut of all.  That won’t be ready to be uncovered for at least a few days, but I’ll have a look at that later too.

My hubby feels awful because he’s not been able to cuddle our 18-month old.  They said he would be ok to have our little man on his knee, but he us such a wriggler, and does tend to kick.  Playfully, of course.  But regardless, he feels guilty because he just can’t take the chance.

That all seems well and good, but what about this ‘nightmare’ I mentioned?

My little man isn’t well.

On Friday night, when my husband was in hospital, my beautiful baby boy woke up about 2:30am.  I thought it was his usual…  Wake up, cry, have a fight  with me to get him back to sleep…  But no.  This was something different.  It started off as the aforesaid, but then his breathing changed.  Next thing you know, he vomited all over the bed.  Obviously, because I didn’t expect it, I freaked out.  My little man…

He had seemed a bit off at dinner time, but I didn’t think too much about it because he can be a difficult eater.  He ate his supper with no problem, and was drinking normally, so I didn’t worry about it.

But he did.  When he was sick, he burst into tears and seemed to cower away from me.  I must have repeated “it doesn’t matter, baby” at least a hundred times, but he was still afraid.  I managed to strip the bed and get it in the wash, but instead of making the bed up again, I got the spare duvet and went into the living room to settle him on my recliner.

I’d just sat down when I decided to go and put the heating on…  Putting him on the floor, he began sobbing again.  When I got back into the living room, he looked at me with his beautiful, big, blue eyes and vomited again.  This time all over the carpet.  Three times…  I rushed him into the bathroom (we live in a bungalow), lifted the toilet seat and told him to spit (he’s just learned that after he brushes his teeth).  So the clean-up started again.  I decided to just change him into a vest this time in case it happened again.

By now it was about 4:45am.  I swept him up, lay him on my chest whilst in the recliner, covered us both with the duvet in the hope of getting at least an hours sleep.

To bring you up to date to now; he vomited on 5 occasions yesterday and had one bout of diarrhea.  Today he has had one horrific nappy first thing this morning, but he has had his breakfast and has managed to keep it down.  He has not vomited since 7pm last night.  Hopefully that was the last of it.  He’s still very docile today, but I would be too if I spent all day being poorly.

So, instead of me looking after my post surgery husband, I’m having to spend all my time nursing a once-rowdy, very poorly toddler.  Luckily enough that hubby can walk around and can make himself a drink…

There you go.  That’s been my last 48 hours.