Everything you missed
Well! It's been a while since I posted an entry on here, so I'm attempting at rectifying that now :)
Background story Four weeks ago, my mother calls me from her vacation in the Phillipines. She says 'David! I really need your help. I don't want to die here.' After further inquisition to exactly what this all meant, it came to be that she had pancreatitis. Not such a big deal eh? WELL! There was no standard of hygene in the hospital where she had the operation to have it removed. There were apparently feral cats running up and down the corridor, they didn't use sanitary equipment, the few who spoke English only spoke it very basicly. The nurses took four hours to get to her, and due to the lack of sanitation, she contracted a secondary infection. So! I run around trying to find her papers, statements and whatnot to get her out of there as soon as possible. I manage to get her a flight out of Angelis to the capital, Manilla. I had to cancel all her appointments, as she said she wanted to rest when she got back. She also told me that she wanted the house completely tidy before she returned. So! I tidied up everything, except for a few dishes in the sink.
David's plan: Seeing as one may not use the sink while the dishwasher is in operation, go out for a dance, come back early in the morning about half an hour before she gets home... do dishes, unpack dishwasher, go to bed (letting mother rest), then asking her all about the ordeal the next morning.
What happened: I returned in the morning, about an hour before she was due to arrive. I was talking to someone in their car accross the road (this person was later to invite me out to dinner, then tell me the next day that he wanted to go fuck someone else), giving it half an hour before I go in. Then... as I'm saying my goodbyes... who should arrive? My mother. I decided to leave, let her rest, and come back in the afternoon. If she would be awake, I would ask her of her ordeal. If not, I would sleep and ask her of it the next morning. So! I left and went back to the guy's house and translated French porn for him. I came back in the late afternoon, to find my mother awake. I asked how everything was.
Her conversation was kind. Too kind. So as happens every time I return home and my mother is awake... she blows at me for not doing the dishes, furthermore not giving a damn about her whilst she's dying in the Phillipines. I tried desperately to expplain the situation. It failed. So then there was the decision made...
Find somewhere else to live
So! I went to work and found someone with a spare room at their place. I'm loving it here :)
Background story Four weeks ago, my mother calls me from her vacation in the Phillipines. She says 'David! I really need your help. I don't want to die here.' After further inquisition to exactly what this all meant, it came to be that she had pancreatitis. Not such a big deal eh? WELL! There was no standard of hygene in the hospital where she had the operation to have it removed. There were apparently feral cats running up and down the corridor, they didn't use sanitary equipment, the few who spoke English only spoke it very basicly. The nurses took four hours to get to her, and due to the lack of sanitation, she contracted a secondary infection. So! I run around trying to find her papers, statements and whatnot to get her out of there as soon as possible. I manage to get her a flight out of Angelis to the capital, Manilla. I had to cancel all her appointments, as she said she wanted to rest when she got back. She also told me that she wanted the house completely tidy before she returned. So! I tidied up everything, except for a few dishes in the sink.
David's plan: Seeing as one may not use the sink while the dishwasher is in operation, go out for a dance, come back early in the morning about half an hour before she gets home... do dishes, unpack dishwasher, go to bed (letting mother rest), then asking her all about the ordeal the next morning.
What happened: I returned in the morning, about an hour before she was due to arrive. I was talking to someone in their car accross the road (this person was later to invite me out to dinner, then tell me the next day that he wanted to go fuck someone else), giving it half an hour before I go in. Then... as I'm saying my goodbyes... who should arrive? My mother. I decided to leave, let her rest, and come back in the afternoon. If she would be awake, I would ask her of her ordeal. If not, I would sleep and ask her of it the next morning. So! I left and went back to the guy's house and translated French porn for him. I came back in the late afternoon, to find my mother awake. I asked how everything was.
Her conversation was kind. Too kind. So as happens every time I return home and my mother is awake... she blows at me for not doing the dishes, furthermore not giving a damn about her whilst she's dying in the Phillipines. I tried desperately to expplain the situation. It failed. So then there was the decision made...
Find somewhere else to live
So! I went to work and found someone with a spare room at their place. I'm loving it here :)