Of things . . .
It looks like my sister will never dance again. I hope she doesn’t mind me posting this here, as I’m sure it’s nobody’s business but her own, but I do feel a little sad and I am concerned about her despite what she may think of my attitudes towards her. She has developed a rare bone-cartilage degenerative disease in her ankle, so rare in fact that her doctor has asked permission to write a medical journal article on it. Though extremely uncommon in itself, the condition is usually found in knees and elbows, very seldom in ankles, and is caused by excessive exercise during the body’s growth period. Apparently all her x-rays and MRI scans are impressive. I love those scans. So slicey.
I worry about her. I’d like to do something for her to let her know I’m thinking of her, but Mum said it’s best not to at the moment. If I had a lot of money I’d buy her and a friend a holiday to Queensland or something similar so she could have some time to relax and not worry about the future. She’s had to quit her job at the café, and it looks like she’ll now be working for Mum and Dad, which I have my reservations about but then again I’m not as close to the family unit as she is. I know the café was busy, and it’s work I could never do, but she loved it and would often comment to me that she couldn’t stand working in an office like I do as she’d get too restless and would need to move around all the time. She can still teach, which is at least something to keep her going, but I’m worried for her as I’m sure she’s not taking it well at all. Mum says she’s keeping herself busy, but I’m sure it’s just a façade, really. But who knows.
In other news, I’m excited about this and the upcoming arts festival. Tomorrow I’ll try this weightlifting session at the gym, and I’m excited about the drum machine that evildoom_bunny picked up the other day. I can’t wait to start making music again. I’m practicing my clarinet everyday, and even though I can only make about 15 minutes before my lips give out (I’m about 4 years out of practice, to put it in perspective), I feel really buoyed after practicing, rather than deeply depressed like I used to. I’d like to take up percussion lessons and vocal training soon, but I’ll get the move out the way first and the Arts Festival which is zapping all my money.
All I need to do is find the time and energy to write each night and I’ll be doing ok.
I worry about her. I’d like to do something for her to let her know I’m thinking of her, but Mum said it’s best not to at the moment. If I had a lot of money I’d buy her and a friend a holiday to Queensland or something similar so she could have some time to relax and not worry about the future. She’s had to quit her job at the café, and it looks like she’ll now be working for Mum and Dad, which I have my reservations about but then again I’m not as close to the family unit as she is. I know the café was busy, and it’s work I could never do, but she loved it and would often comment to me that she couldn’t stand working in an office like I do as she’d get too restless and would need to move around all the time. She can still teach, which is at least something to keep her going, but I’m worried for her as I’m sure she’s not taking it well at all. Mum says she’s keeping herself busy, but I’m sure it’s just a façade, really. But who knows.
In other news, I’m excited about this and the upcoming arts festival. Tomorrow I’ll try this weightlifting session at the gym, and I’m excited about the drum machine that evildoom_bunny picked up the other day. I can’t wait to start making music again. I’m practicing my clarinet everyday, and even though I can only make about 15 minutes before my lips give out (I’m about 4 years out of practice, to put it in perspective), I feel really buoyed after practicing, rather than deeply depressed like I used to. I’d like to take up percussion lessons and vocal training soon, but I’ll get the move out the way first and the Arts Festival which is zapping all my money.
All I need to do is find the time and energy to write each night and I’ll be doing ok.