Are you irrational? I AM!

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Things have been quite hectic here at Woogsworld, with all sorts of things going on. So I set aside yesterday for a solid day of writing when I got a phone call from the school, saying that Horatio’s jaw had connected with a cricket bat, and a tooth was dangling precariously from a jaw, and could I come to fetch him.

It is phone calls like these that fire up my over-reaction gene. And it is a gene, because I come from a long line of over-reactors. My sister Mrs Ryan is a gold medal over-reactor.

A few years back we were celebrating her son’s birthday with a treasure hunt in the local park. As the kids ran around from here to there, she noticed a lone man walking. He looked a bit shabby and as the kids bolted towards him, Mrs Ryan sat up straight as she watched, and under her breath said “…..peadophile…” before launching herself towards them, screaming at the kids to come back.

But he was not a peadophile, just the town drunk going about his business of, well… getting drunk.

But back to yesterday, I raced up to get Horatio, on the way googling emergency dentists. I phoned the first one that came up, who said they could see me straight away if I could get there in 20 minutes.

When you put an urgent time frame on top of an emergency, the urgency and adrenaline kicks in big time.

Horatio appeared fine when I saw him, until he showed me his tooth.

Big shout out here to the coolest dentist on the planet, the magnificent Dr Joseph Shohmelian at Chatswood Dental, who calmed me down and told me that it was a baby tooth and it was going to come out anyway.

So I had started to calm down, and even laugh at my over-reaction when Mr Woog came home and took a phone call from his doctor. He came to me later and announced that he had a condition called Haemochromatosis, which is a blood thing.

Cue hysteria! I called his mother, (who is the most extraordinary under-reactor) who explained to me what it actually was, which was an inherited iron overload, and was treated by draining large amounts of blood regularly. Too much iron in your blood can be fatal, if left untreated, but it can also make you as tired and as cranky as fuck, which kind of explains a lot.

Over dinner we had a conversation about changing our private health insurance to include ALL OF THE THINGS.

And as much as I would like to spend today lying on the couch in the air conditioning, watching stupid people do stupid things on the tv, I can’t. Because life doesn’t stop when you want to have a small nervous breakdown. <— Overreact much?

Are you cool, calm and collected?