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So, 2013 continues
Nov. 27th, 2013 11:57 pmSo, this 2013 year continues to be the year of shit, pain and guilt- my mother-in-law has been taken to hospital, having suffered a stroke. We just got back from the hospital, and mentally she's got all her marbles, which is good, but we have to wait to see what the physical effects are.
She actually had it around ten this morning. I found her on the floor in her house tonight at the back of six.
This being Dave-fails-everybody-and-fucks-them-up year, I'd been over there at 12 to change a bulb and fix the side panel on her bath, but not got an answer when I knocked, so I'd assumed she was out, as she often is of a morning. I went back after 2, but there still wasn't an answer. I could, this time, hear a faint intermittent knocking, and I wondered if I should get my key and go in and check, but I couldn't hear it when I put my ear to the door and could when I stepped away, so it sounded more like it was coming from the house next door, or their back garden. So I didn't get my key and go in.
It was of course, her knocking on the bedroom floor with a walking stick, as I learned four hours later...
The good side is that if we hadn't moved her from her old house to this one in September, we wouldn't have been over to visit her until Sunday, and she'd presumably have been dead by that point. And I did at least make sure she was in the recovery position and get an ambulance, doctor etc, so she's most efficiently got into treatment.
But I'm going to be hearing that knocking in my dreams, aren't I?
She actually had it around ten this morning. I found her on the floor in her house tonight at the back of six.
This being Dave-fails-everybody-and-fucks-them-up year, I'd been over there at 12 to change a bulb and fix the side panel on her bath, but not got an answer when I knocked, so I'd assumed she was out, as she often is of a morning. I went back after 2, but there still wasn't an answer. I could, this time, hear a faint intermittent knocking, and I wondered if I should get my key and go in and check, but I couldn't hear it when I put my ear to the door and could when I stepped away, so it sounded more like it was coming from the house next door, or their back garden. So I didn't get my key and go in.
It was of course, her knocking on the bedroom floor with a walking stick, as I learned four hours later...
The good side is that if we hadn't moved her from her old house to this one in September, we wouldn't have been over to visit her until Sunday, and she'd presumably have been dead by that point. And I did at least make sure she was in the recovery position and get an ambulance, doctor etc, so she's most efficiently got into treatment.
But I'm going to be hearing that knocking in my dreams, aren't I?
