There’s a snake in the Kitchen! What am I gonna do?

Hubby came home from work and as he wasn’t feeling well he went straight to bed and that was where he stayed for the weekend with me dosing him up so that he would be OK for his op on Tuesday. On Sunday night I was watching TV when Diane called me to the kitchen. Digby was acting strange while barking and looking in the door area. We thought it might be a rat behind the bin area, so after blocking the kitchen area with Diane and dogs behind the board, I armed myself with the vacuum cleaner pipe and investigated. First I moved the bin out carefully expecting a rat to run out at any moment but when nothing happened I went closer to look. There didn’t seem to be anything at first but after a careful examination I noticed something that looked like a tail on the edge of a packet. Diane found me a light which I shone on the spot. Now I was able to see that it was a little snake coiled on top of the packet with its tail hanging over and the head looking at me. Diane wanted to phone our security company to come and take it away but I told her that is not what they do and anyway it was harmless looking. Very gingerly, with Diane watching in horror, I moved the packet out onto the kitchen floor. The snake wriggled off and stopped against the wall between two bottles put there ready for bin day. Slowly I moved the bottle closest to the back door and from a safe distance pushed the snake towards the door with the cleaner pipe. It slid out and went onto the back step where I pushed until it slithered down the side of the step and disappeared. Both of us were very nervous after this, with Diane refusing to even come into the kitchen at all. It was a long and very skinny snake and probably just a house snake but it still gave me the chills every time I thought about it being in the kitchen. I closed the door and when it was time to let the dogs out before going to bed stamped around before opening the door to make sure nothing was on the step waiting. Diane told me I was pathetic but she had no room to talk as she was standing in the bar area watching me. When I got up Monday before I opened the door I also had a good stamp around again – no good taking chances – as Hubby says “For every snake you see there are a hundred others”. Hubby was feeling better so he joined Diane and I on our trip to Pretoria to get a passport for Diane. What a nightmare trip! The road works are absolutely ridiculous with all the lane closures every few kms. Some areas it was blocked but no work being done. In Pretoria once we had finished we went to a News Cafe where we had a tasty lunch with rock shandies as it was so hot. Coming back we decided to go round past the airport to avoid the road works. The trip was fine until the airport area when we hit more road works. I don’t think there is a highway around Gauteng that is not being worked on. Most stressful to use the roads! When we got home I phoned the Dr’s rooms with the authorisation no. For Hubby’s op and was informed that Hubby only needed to arrive at nine thirty. That sounded much better than six in the morning.
Tuesday morning we were up and ready early arriving at the Dr at nine only to be told we only needed to come in three hours time. Pity we weren’t phoned and told this before we left home. Anyway, off we went to the workshop to check on things and fetch invoices. We then made our way to the bank and then the coffee shop. I felt bad as Hubby wasn’t allowed anything but he insisted on going there and I had a quick coffee and muffin. As we finished at eleven the receptionist phoned to say we could come now. I don’t know why as we sat there until after one before Hubby went in. I left to do some shopping and arrived back around three. Hubby was out and awake at four and after having a cup of tea and a walk around he was allowed to dress. Before leaving he was given a cup of soup which I am sure he was grateful for as he had last eaten just before ten on Monday night. His face really looked painful as it was covered in caked blood and very swollen. The sore on his lower eyelid had been removed and a flap from his cheek cut to do a skin graft. When the Dr did the nose he found four separate cancer sores so cut them off as one and cut a flap from the other cheek to do the skin graft over that wound. The Dr said that under No circumstances were the dressings to be removed from Hubby’s face and he must not let his face get wet. When we got home Hubby went to bed and Diane and I quickly went to Meyerton to fill his prescription. Once back I made supper and then gave Hubby his medication and put the drops in his eyes. He really was suffering as the anaesthetic had worn off. When I put the drops in I noticed how his eyes were full of blood and his wounds were oozing still. After supper Hubby fell asleep and when I went to check on him I was horrified to find him full of blood. I cleaned him up and he went back to sleep for a while but the pain kept waking him. Around eleven I phoned the hospital to tell them about the bleeding and was told to bring him to get a pressure bandage put on to stop it. When his wounds started bleeding badly again about half eleven we left for the hospital. Driving at night and me is not a good combination anymore. Luckily there was very little traffic around and we made fairly good time. At the hospital Hubby was checked out while I opened a file for him and then he was checked by the Dr on duty in casualty. It was decided that a pressure bandage was the best option and the Dr applied one to Hubby who ended up looking like a Mummy. Diane was up waiting when we got home and we all had a Milo before eventually getting in to bed at half two.
By Thursday morning Hubby looked terrible as the bruising on his face was coming through and he was on swollen and purple. The rest of the week was spent looking after Hubby and doing office work in between. On Saturday a couple of friends came to visit him and see how things were going. On Sunday Hubby had a very bad day as the stitch on the eyelid was scratching his eye continuously. Today we went back to the Dr for the follow up visit and the stitches were taken out. What a difference! Hubby now feels like a new person. With the dressing off he looks much better as his face is now cleaned of all the blood. He is just rather swollen but that will soon go down.
All for now. Enjoy your week.