Hmm been a little longer on updating the blog than normal. Things have been a little hectic since new year and thought and abilities to put it in to words have been lacking.
My birthday was great and also shite. Everyone was out on new years eve and I got some lovely pressies off my friends and had a good laugh with the guys. Got home and went to bed about 4. Didn't do much on my actual birthday. When I was a kid it was ok but seriously having your birthday on NYD has only one benefit - it's a bank holiday otherwise everywhere is generally shut, expensive or everyone too hungover.
Still it was marred somewhat by the news that my mum had to hop in to Hillingdon Hospital with another DVT. She had one of these when she was about 45 and they at the time blamed it on HRT. However she's now 65 and clearly not having any kind of menopausal issues. But it's frightening and even though she's on the ball and they were able to begin treatment immediately (daily injections of rat poison anyone) it's still scary to walk around with a clot in your veins that could kill you at any moment.
That was followed by the first anniversary of my nephew Joes death last year. A very hard day for me so I can't imagine how Mand and Paul were feeling. 5 weeks old and then you switch the news on and Isreal and Gaza has blown up again and it's all bullshit, as usual, based on politics and religion and stupidity. And then you get innocent kids just killed or who die for no reason.
Crazy fucked up world we live in next to crazy fucked up human beings.
Anyway, aside from that my house is still a wreck and it feels like it'll never be finished. I know it will be it seems to be one step forward and 7 back at the moment and now we only have 12 weekends left to finish everything we need to do. That seems like no time.
And that brings the realisation that in 12 weeks ish we'll be parents which is plain scary if I think about it too much although i know we'll be ok.
But it's now been compounded by the news today that Al will be oout of a job come the end of March. Joy of joys. I know we'll be ok - infact Al could be a stay at home dad and we'd manage I think but it's not a great option really given the current climate.
I guess what doesn't kill you makes you stronger tho, at least I have to look at it that way otherwise I think I'd simply go mad.
1 comment:
Yikes. Hard times. Yes, stating the bleeding obvious is my specialist subject!
Hope your Mum is doing better. It certainly is scary. I was petrified when my Dad went into hospital last year to have a ganglion removed from his thumb. The doctors were happy that they didn't have to put him under as that would have been extremely dangerous considering my Dad has sleep apnoea.
Eeps. 12 weeks left! It is scary when the time gets closer, but it is also exciting and almost a relief, or it was for me. But then, I had the worry of the increased chance of falling over. So when Princi was born I didn't have to worry that I'd injure us both if my muscles gave up the ghost! But heee, another three months and there'll be a mini Skip'n'Al in the world, and we'll all be the happier for it! I'm excited, can you tell?
Grrr on Al being out of a job. Does he know that there are 100 posts going to work at the Job Centre in Belle Vale at the mo?
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