it bloody well POURS. If you’ll allow me to use an amazingly abused cliché.
It’s a well known fact to anyone who reads this blog that the past month hasn’t been so rosey. Perhaps even the past few years. I like to try to look on the bright side when I can, because being gloomy doesn’t seem to help much at all.
But sometimes, it’s harder than others.
Mums been having some kinda serious health issues, which make everything in general more complicated. When she saw the specialist they found blood clots in her brain, part of what has been giving her speech and motor skills issues – I guess. She had to stay in Orange Base Hospital for a night or so when she went to the specialist because of the results.
Nan told me, she had what I like to call “the face of doom”. It wasn’t terribly comforting waiting for her to tell me, but though it was bad… it was better than I expected with that face.
Clearly someone thought I hadn’t had enough trauma, because only a little while after I found this out, I went outside to feed the dogs… and found my Labrador dead by the dog house. She must have been there for hours. She was only four years old, I don’t think she died of natural causes.
Mums been back to the local hospital a few times since, nothing as serious as the clots – meds problems, mostly. I still worry, though. She’s afraid she might die.
I’m not terribly sure I blame her, despite the doctors reassurences. But I don’t think she’s going to die, not yet… something the universe seems determined to teach me is that we all do die, eventually, though. In the interim my knee seems to have taken a vacation on me, it sort of collapsed under me again while I was helping my aunt make my bed at Eugowra.
I also need a new sewing box.
