So long, farewell, auf wiedersehn, goodbye
I think it's time to take a bit of a break from this for a while.I've noticed that I have nothing much to post here and that has been demoralising. Not discussing the wedding was a conscious decision, as the last thing I wanted to do was appear to be some kind of ludicrous nuptials-obsessed crazy woman with nothing else to talk about. I can't avoid the wedding, and it's getting increasingly close (ten weeks away), and it seems that (just like blogging) it is a thief of time.
Also, this weekend we ended up back in Devon again, because my mother was hospitalised with severe anaemia. This was a bit of a shock. She should have been getting more frequent blood tests but wasn't - her haemoglobin level was half what it should have been. I could rant on for paragraphs about how badly her healthcare has been handled, but I'm saving that for my complaint to the primary care trust.
I'm exhausted after a weekend of driving, hospital visiting, listening intently, saying the right things, cleaning up, laundry and being on the telephone. If nothing else, it's made me realise what Sister #3 has been going through for the past few years and I have resolved to do more with my mum than I have done in recent times - specifically, to visit more often and to do more to help when I'm there. Quite how things are going to work out is anyone's guess, but I can no longer take the view that out of sight = out of mind.
What I don't want to do is end up posting pointless crap on here about how terrible everything is and how tired I am, because frankly, who cares about that? Self-pity is simply that - about the self, not others.
The change will hopefully do me good, and with luck I'll return here in better shape, more inclined and inspired to write and record.
posted by deafdisco @ 1:12 pm
3 Comments:
Sorry to hear about your mum, and how shit the NHS has been treating her. You shouldn't worry about posting stuff others might not find that entertaining - your blog is for you more than it is for anyone else. We can't always resolve issues in our heads, so we need a canvas on which to paint our woes. Whether anyone else chooses - or does not choose - to view the Jackson Pollock that spills forth is entirely up to them.
Well, that's how I see it anyway.
it's funny...after i posted this, i was thinking how much i wanted to talk about the allotment. so i might not be as long waiting to come back as i had thought. it was just one of those things. i was exhausted when i posted this, a classic chucking the toys out of the pram moment.
and it was after posting this that i realised the lovely rachel had posted a link to the blog on her blog. so it would be stupid to just jack it in, wouldn't it now. ps thanks for your kind words tone.
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