You’ll have to excuse my mood at the moment. I’m feeling a little dicey. Dicey like The Dice Man. Every decision I make at the moment seems to be the wrong one. Every thought that I have seems to want to lead me down the dark and twisty through the forest path as opposed to ‘well lit through the middle of town with a crowd’.
Can anybody else tell that I am just talking crap?
I finally got to speak to Mum today. She sounds… bored. The scan, promised yesterday at 10am finally happened at lunchtime today. More than 24 hours later. That’s actually not bad going. I’ve been googling the hospital and scaring myself stupid with stories of horror and incompetence. Now I know that much like the CIA or MI5 it’s only the stories of enormous fuck-ups that get released into the general consciousness but… I had to stop reading. I was also googling the symptoms Mum has been having and, well, that didn’t help me either. Mind you, does it ever help anyone?
I just want one normal day. One. Is that too much to ask?
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January 24th, 2008 at 12:49 pm
No. Not too much at all.
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January 24th, 2008 at 9:52 pm
Miss Britt - but it would be cheeky to ask for two days though, right?!
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January 27th, 2008 at 2:04 pm
I’d like a whole ‘normal’ week. Just for once. Hope your mum is OK.
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January 27th, 2008 at 3:18 pm
Selma - A whole week? That’s really hopeful! I’m back to work tomorrow… so am hoping that it will all be easy then. Mum is now just driving me mad!
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