As soon as I finish this I'm heading for a tub of coffee and vanilla swirl low - fat ice-cream.
8.45a.m. call from the Home.
Mother very ill and ambulance is on the way.
I made it just in time to go with her.
We head for the Alfred instead of Monash, bless.
I misjudge the height of the steps of the ambulance and the four point landing almost broke a leg.
All day with mother.
BoH arrived just after she was admitted. Funny how watching a child born can remove hospital type phobias. Dear kid gave me money since I hadn't been to the bank, in case I needed a taxi home.
All day tomorrow with mother but nurse from the Home is taking me in. She is very very upset at what's happened, loves my mother and calls me 'Sis'. There is niceness where you think none.
The rest of the story will involve me ripping the neck out of two PCAs who should have done something last night after her condition was reported in the afternoon.
These two have been skating on thin ice with me for quite a while and now they've fallen through.
So I'll be missing for a few days.
Ice-cream should be just right now.
I'm so tired I might eat it straight from the tub and not wash a dish.
I knew 2013 was a bust.