Saturday, July 25, 2015
Please, never let this end.
Once the dam breaks, it just keeps flowing. I'd like to know if she has a secret slush fund for hair spray.
Okay I needed a week of laughs. Dentist, X-rays, large needles and extraction of back molar and mother.
I thought just one week for me after fixing up all the other crap this month but no, she just didn't want to worry me. It's never bothered her before. Couldn't ring me, no credits on the phone but forgot I can ring her. Thursday I get a call and she has a headache again. Thursday night I get a call from a friend who tells me she hasn't had her proper breakfast for 4 days because the kitchen ran out of Weetbix before the next delivery. She's had rice bubbles. This is just after I spent an hour re-doing her patient care plan about food and making it clear that she must have Weetbix and toast for breakfast. It's the one meal she really looks forward to and if she doesn't get it, her blood sugar drops until lunch arrives, cue headache.
Our friend walked up to Coles, barely 5 minutes away and bought a box of Weetbix out of her own pocket.
I was going to put in a complaint but by the time I arrived on Friday through the freezing wind and sore mouth, if I had complained it would have been with a brick through the office window. I had had enough. Wouldn't you have thought that someone could have taken some petty cash and walked to Coles and bought the Residents breakfast. Not that lot, it would mean admitting a mistake and they don't admit or explain or apologize.
My stars at this time last year said I would have to look back 12 years to see what this 12 month cycle would bring since Jupiter the bringer of luck and whatever only travels your sign once every 12 years. I did that and it was a great year back then, I even lost weight and I was happily divorced and looking forward to a new life. It didn't happen this 12 months, it's been totally without joy. I haven't even loooked to see which planet hoves into view at the end of August because it couldn't be any worse.
I did get an early birthday card, thank you to Aitkens Real Estate but it still won't make me sell you my house. Selling up and running away with the money would mean I'd have to clean up and pack books, never going to happen. Where would the four cars in the drive go? Would the Ice Bear cope with moving? Who would look after the filligree hamster if the stove was chucked out?
Good old Bronnie, the only person who's made life fun for the last of my wondrous year.