why is it....
I only tend to do a blog when something shit has happened?
Really? Generally my life is great!! My job's full-on but I love it. I went to the Big Day Out with my babycakes, and marvelled at how wonderful it felt to have him stand behind me in the throng, arms over my shoulders as I danced in front of him, both of us wanting to watch the same bands and generally being totally in sync. Even the way he went and got the car for me, saving me a 3 block walk because my feet were killing me.... hehe... how chivalrous.
Then there's the love life, which I wont go into except to say OH MY GOD!! Lucky indeed.
But yes, today some shit happened to make me want to vent a bit.
Well actually first, there's my tooth. right, bottom, back... ACHE. Last night was dreadful!! I couldn't make it stop and it just ached and ached until my jaw and neck were aching too. Panadol didn't help. Nurofen didn't help. Bjorn rubbing my back didn't help (though it was lovely). I just had to lie there in absolute pain until exhaustion set in. God I was so tired going to work today, where it continued to ache... until mum convinced me to ring and get an earlier appointment (I had one set for payday Thursday). Only, they had one in an hour, so I had to get a train straight away, leave work early, and get Bjorn's mum to put some money in his account so I could go. God she's a life saver. So... here I sit... numb faced and hoping the numbness goes through the night and I get some decent sleep. I've spent a fortune at the dentist lately, and I've still got my appointment Thursday too. *sigh*.
So yes... the phonecall with Mum....
Turns out the insurance company isn't going to pay out Auntie Carol's loan (her new car and loungesuite) because she had a pre-existing condition of hyper tension, which they say, coupled with stress, caused the anneurism which killed her.
Of course, this means my mum now thinks she caused her sisters death. She was the one who asked Auntie Carol to come to Adelaide while Dad was in hospital having surgery on his brain tumour, and thus she caused the stress. I spent half an hour on the phone with her trying to convince her that she's a victim here and it isn't her fault. It's so hard hearing your mum cry, so full of misplaced guilt, wanting to reach out and give her a hug, but you cant because she's 500 km away.
:(
Anyway, I'm so over tired now and drained, and I've got a flockload of meetings about O'Week tomorrow that need to be faced... so no rest for the wicked. Once O'Week's over, I'm planning on taking a trip home. Oh... and July... Bed & Breakfast with my sweet stuff. Fuck I love that tall hunka redheaded goodness!!
:)
Really? Generally my life is great!! My job's full-on but I love it. I went to the Big Day Out with my babycakes, and marvelled at how wonderful it felt to have him stand behind me in the throng, arms over my shoulders as I danced in front of him, both of us wanting to watch the same bands and generally being totally in sync. Even the way he went and got the car for me, saving me a 3 block walk because my feet were killing me.... hehe... how chivalrous.
Then there's the love life, which I wont go into except to say OH MY GOD!! Lucky indeed.
But yes, today some shit happened to make me want to vent a bit.
Well actually first, there's my tooth. right, bottom, back... ACHE. Last night was dreadful!! I couldn't make it stop and it just ached and ached until my jaw and neck were aching too. Panadol didn't help. Nurofen didn't help. Bjorn rubbing my back didn't help (though it was lovely). I just had to lie there in absolute pain until exhaustion set in. God I was so tired going to work today, where it continued to ache... until mum convinced me to ring and get an earlier appointment (I had one set for payday Thursday). Only, they had one in an hour, so I had to get a train straight away, leave work early, and get Bjorn's mum to put some money in his account so I could go. God she's a life saver. So... here I sit... numb faced and hoping the numbness goes through the night and I get some decent sleep. I've spent a fortune at the dentist lately, and I've still got my appointment Thursday too. *sigh*.
So yes... the phonecall with Mum....
Turns out the insurance company isn't going to pay out Auntie Carol's loan (her new car and loungesuite) because she had a pre-existing condition of hyper tension, which they say, coupled with stress, caused the anneurism which killed her.
Of course, this means my mum now thinks she caused her sisters death. She was the one who asked Auntie Carol to come to Adelaide while Dad was in hospital having surgery on his brain tumour, and thus she caused the stress. I spent half an hour on the phone with her trying to convince her that she's a victim here and it isn't her fault. It's so hard hearing your mum cry, so full of misplaced guilt, wanting to reach out and give her a hug, but you cant because she's 500 km away.
:(
Anyway, I'm so over tired now and drained, and I've got a flockload of meetings about O'Week tomorrow that need to be faced... so no rest for the wicked. Once O'Week's over, I'm planning on taking a trip home. Oh... and July... Bed & Breakfast with my sweet stuff. Fuck I love that tall hunka redheaded goodness!!
:)