Tuesday, 17 January 2012

Racing Grannies

What the hell's going on here?  Haven't been able to get into my account for days! 

Belated Happy New Year to all my online pals. 

Mum out of hospital now, and zooming around on a zimmerframe akin to Billy Whizz.  AND not smoking!  Though the Doctor warning her that another cigarette would kill her might have something to do with it!

There are two schools of thought on this.  One is to heed this white-coated young man's advice, the other is to think I'm 82, and bollocks to it.  Beside, my old mate died recently of two tumours, never having smoked or drank in her life. 

But I don't think my mum can face that dreadful hospital again.  Neither could I actually. 

Me and Daughter went to visit her the other day.  She fell in the hallway.  It was her own fault, she's trying to do too much, and luckily it was on thick carpet.  One second later, my daughter fell too, tripping over the kitchen mat.  That was it for me, I pissed myself laughing!  So much so, that I fell back too.  Don't think I'll have much of a career as a carer really. 

The ultimate lesson of course, is that you can never take anything for granted.  Things, as in my case, can change overnight. 

Been listing my jewellery in a little posh book, and writing down who I want it left to, ie the kids.  Is that morbid, do you think? 

3 comments:

dulwich divorcee said...

Oh dear, sorry to hear about all the falls! But on the jewellery, my daughters' current favourite game is going through my trinkets and deciding who gets what when I'm dead, while I pretend not to mind that they're so matter of fact about my demise ....

Polly said...

I am so pleased to hear that you mum is home and getting better. And I don't think its morbid, I love the idea of being that organised. My family will hopefully never mess with my word!!

Stigmum said...

You made me laugh again, this three generation of gals all falling over..! Morbid? You morbid? Don't think so!