Friday morning after the sensational Socceroos win I jumped in my car and my battery was flat, a push-start later and a drive home from Chippendale to Surry Hills was now via Bellevue Hill to 're-charge' my car.
My sleep deprived working day wasn't hitch free, my boss is away for 3 weeks, I would say my work load doubled but he does 3 or 4 times more than me, so, do the math. I've now come to the conclusion the my director and I just don't see eye to eye, our minds are different to the extremes, a direct question goes down 15 different tangents and no resolution. The end of the day approaching and I'm requested to do a task, ordinarily I don't mind working back but I'm walking to and from work at the moment and walking around Surry Hills alone at night is not something I want to be subject to. I just don't think he understood.
I'd given myself 30mins to pick up Vikki, I had invited her over for dinner, I jumped into my car and the battery was dead again, NRMA on a Friday night - great! Vix made it over, I didn't want her walking around solo in Surry Hills so I said I'll meet her, just when I'm about to leave NRMA calls, he was so quick and a friendly fellow, $185 dollars later back on track and now I needed to go grocery shopping for dinner adamant the days events was not going to interfere with the evening I had planned.
Dinner went smoothly, I believe she enjoyed, always a good sign when all 3 courses are polished off ;-)
Saturday morning we were up bright and early, I've been wanting to try the 'big breakfast' at the local. It didn't open until 10am. Brekkie around the corner was cheap and cheerful, I feel like a poor friend dropping her off at central to catch the bus but I had a tight schedule, hair dresser at 11am, meet mum at 12.15pm for lunch movie (The Break up) at 1.15pm, a date around 3 ish and dinner plans at 7pm.
I'm in the hair dressers chair and receive a call from mum, she is at a chemist in WBJ, she had a pain in her left shoulder, experiencing light headedness and dizziness, the pharmacists wanted to call an ambulance. I freaked, my mum always plays down everything 'not to worry us' I had 2 hairdressers finish off my hair and I ran to her, went to the doctor and he suspects minor angina. Off to the emergency department at Prince of Wales for tests.
If it could get worse it did. My mother was put in the last bed my grandmother had been in, I was a wreck.
I received a text/call from my date and told him my current circumstances, he was lovely and asked if I wanted him to come for comforting, me, being the girl I am, freak out at the offer and just want to get off the phone as soon as possible and deal with what I had to, although in my mind somewhere I didn't want to screw him around.
Mum knew my arrangements for the day so after the results of the first blood test concluded the right amount of enzymes (medical talk NFI) and she would have to be there for an additional 6 hours for the next round of tests she sent me away. Besides the fact I'm not good at hospitals, I felt faint and a nurse approached me as I was 'looking grey'
I met him for coffee, I wasn't myself, totally flat and preoccupied even a coffee didn't pep me up. I invited him to join my girlfriend and I for dinner, at my local, I wanted to be nearby the hospital should I receive a call.
Then there was the call I had to make, the call to my sister. I haven't spoken to her for over a month. My mother had been in hospital before and I didn't inform sis and I haven't heard the end of it. I reminded mum about it and she asked me to wait a couple of hours before calling - yep, disfunctional family I have.
Dinner was great, it was such a relief to have a friend with me, I felt comfortable with the introductions and happy that the emphasis wasn't on me to entertain.
Mum was sent home about 9pm and I stayed with mum the night and hung around until early this afternoon.
After the aforementioned day my plans for Sunday were daunting. I was to meet my girlfriend, she had bought tickets to a show for my birthday (my birthday is November) It was to be a huge surprise! It was, she took me to see STOMP. It was great the second time! The seats were the next row forward and centred, I watched the performance with more intensity, watched the movements and observed the execution and precision of each movement and of course perving on the guys, the muscles in their arms flexing...
There was nothing more I wanted to do than come home, be alone and wait for tomorrow. I can't believe as I type I'm eating a few slices of Brie on the last bit I notice 'expiry: 16 Jun 06'
My sleep deprived working day wasn't hitch free, my boss is away for 3 weeks, I would say my work load doubled but he does 3 or 4 times more than me, so, do the math. I've now come to the conclusion the my director and I just don't see eye to eye, our minds are different to the extremes, a direct question goes down 15 different tangents and no resolution. The end of the day approaching and I'm requested to do a task, ordinarily I don't mind working back but I'm walking to and from work at the moment and walking around Surry Hills alone at night is not something I want to be subject to. I just don't think he understood.
I'd given myself 30mins to pick up Vikki, I had invited her over for dinner, I jumped into my car and the battery was dead again, NRMA on a Friday night - great! Vix made it over, I didn't want her walking around solo in Surry Hills so I said I'll meet her, just when I'm about to leave NRMA calls, he was so quick and a friendly fellow, $185 dollars later back on track and now I needed to go grocery shopping for dinner adamant the days events was not going to interfere with the evening I had planned.
Dinner went smoothly, I believe she enjoyed, always a good sign when all 3 courses are polished off ;-)
Saturday morning we were up bright and early, I've been wanting to try the 'big breakfast' at the local. It didn't open until 10am. Brekkie around the corner was cheap and cheerful, I feel like a poor friend dropping her off at central to catch the bus but I had a tight schedule, hair dresser at 11am, meet mum at 12.15pm for lunch movie (The Break up) at 1.15pm, a date around 3 ish and dinner plans at 7pm.
I'm in the hair dressers chair and receive a call from mum, she is at a chemist in WBJ, she had a pain in her left shoulder, experiencing light headedness and dizziness, the pharmacists wanted to call an ambulance. I freaked, my mum always plays down everything 'not to worry us' I had 2 hairdressers finish off my hair and I ran to her, went to the doctor and he suspects minor angina. Off to the emergency department at Prince of Wales for tests.
If it could get worse it did. My mother was put in the last bed my grandmother had been in, I was a wreck.
I received a text/call from my date and told him my current circumstances, he was lovely and asked if I wanted him to come for comforting, me, being the girl I am, freak out at the offer and just want to get off the phone as soon as possible and deal with what I had to, although in my mind somewhere I didn't want to screw him around.
Mum knew my arrangements for the day so after the results of the first blood test concluded the right amount of enzymes (medical talk NFI) and she would have to be there for an additional 6 hours for the next round of tests she sent me away. Besides the fact I'm not good at hospitals, I felt faint and a nurse approached me as I was 'looking grey'
I met him for coffee, I wasn't myself, totally flat and preoccupied even a coffee didn't pep me up. I invited him to join my girlfriend and I for dinner, at my local, I wanted to be nearby the hospital should I receive a call.
Then there was the call I had to make, the call to my sister. I haven't spoken to her for over a month. My mother had been in hospital before and I didn't inform sis and I haven't heard the end of it. I reminded mum about it and she asked me to wait a couple of hours before calling - yep, disfunctional family I have.
Dinner was great, it was such a relief to have a friend with me, I felt comfortable with the introductions and happy that the emphasis wasn't on me to entertain.
Mum was sent home about 9pm and I stayed with mum the night and hung around until early this afternoon.
After the aforementioned day my plans for Sunday were daunting. I was to meet my girlfriend, she had bought tickets to a show for my birthday (my birthday is November) It was to be a huge surprise! It was, she took me to see STOMP. It was great the second time! The seats were the next row forward and centred, I watched the performance with more intensity, watched the movements and observed the execution and precision of each movement and of course perving on the guys, the muscles in their arms flexing...
There was nothing more I wanted to do than come home, be alone and wait for tomorrow. I can't believe as I type I'm eating a few slices of Brie on the last bit I notice 'expiry: 16 Jun 06'
Deep breath... I'm signing out of the blogosphere, time yet to be determined ... Taking a step back.
8 comments:
Hugs, babe. Both you and your mum. Good news on the toxic friend maybe not being quite as toxic as you thought :)
I've been there many times with a parent in hospital; I know how you're feeling. Remember to take some time for yourself.
*hugs*
Hey Natalie, hope you're Mum gets better real soon, as do you!
Sounds like you need a break for a bit, hey, we'll all be waiting for you when you come back. All with open arms. :-)
What is it about parents from "that" era, and how they always feel the urge to pretend they are indestructable and everything is ok?
Uggghhh...
Anyway, hope your mum's OK, and Cbabe is on the money ( comme toujours )... take care of yourself :)
It has taken all of my restraint to refrain from making a joke about "angina" and similar sounding words. :-P
In all seriousness, I hope everything works out for your mum.
As for expiry dates... meh, don't worry abuot it. It tasted fine, right? That's because expiry dates aren't real! HA! They're just there to force you into buying more stuff! Now excuse me, I have to go put on a tinfoil hat to prevent the Government's mind-reading rays.
oh, I hope everything with mum is okay! *hugs*
Stay safe Nat...Hang in there :)
sorry to hear about your mother. But at least these are some of the best hospitals in the world, right?
plus, eating expired cheese only makes it better. Hence the term 'ripened'.
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