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It's not like anything is happening in my life that's explicitly discombobulating, just...feeling like everything's a bit of a mess right now.
I just cleaned off my work desk which was full of cords and things out of place and dust. It feels a lot better, at least. Still don't have any kind of an organising ethos.
Trying to get more quilting things off my plate and out of the house in the next couple of weeks. Haven't heard back from the window guys, need to get a more concrete idea about when they're going to be doing things. Have we packed anything? Nope. Not a thing. *cowers*
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Things I must get sister B2 to do this weekend
- pack her things up in a box (big or small) so we can move them out of the way: maybe even take them home to her apartment for a month or two (or forever).
- help me move some things under the house, so they're out of the way - again, for when we need to clear stuff from around the windows.
Lunchtime today, my aunt (dad's younger sister) called: she was in Sydney, stranded at the airport without any of her cards, and her phone wallet didn't work. She was contemplating calling my uncle (dad's older brother) but thought he was too old to be driving to the airport, through some of the busiest and most chaotic spaces in town. So I was next on the list since Dad's in Vietnam (in hospital no less; that's an entirely different story) and she was just lucky that I was in a position to help her out. But it did mean a 45 minute drive to the airport and back. Phew. She'd paid me back almost before I got home (I lingered over some lunch and some dessert, because if I was going to be there, I figured I might as well try what was on offer in the area).
I did lose a half-day of work but nothing was happening anyway ("We Can't Do Anything Here: We're In Systems Upgrade Country!")
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Did my PT session yesterday, slightly sore and achey today. He was good, encouraging in that annoying way that PT coaches are (me at one point, laughing: "I hate personal trainers; they're so damn cheerful!") Saw my physio this afternoon, back is much better, and I have exercises to do to limber up my muscles which I need to do at least a couple of times a week.
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...I wonder if I should just go swimming at Marrinawi Cove this weekend. It's supposed to be very warm during the day, although that'll probably be later on.
Hm. If I go tomorrow, catching public transport in to the city and walking down there, then I could technically stay until about midday, catch the train home, see my chiro on the way through, and then drive the last bit home...
Sunday I've been volunteered to help out at the parental church flea market. Oh, they asked, but I was a bit distracted at the time and didn't quite get what I was volunteering for until the call finished. It's a matter of technology and some of the older people at the church are scared of the new technology and aren't sure of how to use it on their phones. *eyeroll*
Okay, so the entire service the parentals belong to is old people - including my parents - let's be real about this; it's not a growing church, it's an old faithful congregation and they're just lucky they're still able to meet like this. A lot of churches would fold them into another congregation to make room for more growth or a different kind of service. But that's another matter entirely.
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I am trying to write for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
halfamoon but struggling right now. With everything writing. GRARGH.
Oh, and the story of Dad... He was riding in Vietnam on a motorcycle, and another motorcyclist crashed into him and drove off. He was in one piece, so he climbed right back on the motorcycle and rode home. Three broken ribs, his scapula is cracked, it's not pretty. He was in pain, but wouldn't go to hospital (he doesn't think the Vietnamese docs are very good; the way he puts it, it sounds like they mostly buy their degrees) and the docs he saw gave him two different answers. He did get some really good antibiotics and reckoned he was healing. Cue all the jokes about his broken body, about bruising and pain getting up and lying down, about all the breathing and turning over and ARGH. And all four of his grown children (sorry, our stepbrother doesn't count, he's 19, and the Bs and I are mid-40s, while G is early 30s) are in other countries messaging him to lie down, take medicine, don't treat this lightly, dad, keep us updated, dad, you're in the hospital, WAIT WHAT?
Turns out the medication they put him on to stop infection did the job...and a little bit more. Heavy antibiotics keep things from going bad in his body, unfortch, he's been taking them so long that it's messed up his gut. Therefore: hospital. I do kind of wonder what feats of coercion my stepmother had to perform to get him to go. Last time he needed to go to hospital while we were in Australia, I asked him if he really wanted to leave his wife trying to navigate the health system in a foreign country at midnight (which would probably have been when he collapsed) while speaking almost none of the language, and pretty much hustled him into the car and drove him to the local ER.
Sheesh.
Did I mention that everything's a mess right now?
I just cleaned off my work desk which was full of cords and things out of place and dust. It feels a lot better, at least. Still don't have any kind of an organising ethos.
Trying to get more quilting things off my plate and out of the house in the next couple of weeks. Haven't heard back from the window guys, need to get a more concrete idea about when they're going to be doing things. Have we packed anything? Nope. Not a thing. *cowers*
--
Things I must get sister B2 to do this weekend
- pack her things up in a box (big or small) so we can move them out of the way: maybe even take them home to her apartment for a month or two (or forever).
- help me move some things under the house, so they're out of the way - again, for when we need to clear stuff from around the windows.
Lunchtime today, my aunt (dad's younger sister) called: she was in Sydney, stranded at the airport without any of her cards, and her phone wallet didn't work. She was contemplating calling my uncle (dad's older brother) but thought he was too old to be driving to the airport, through some of the busiest and most chaotic spaces in town. So I was next on the list since Dad's in Vietnam (in hospital no less; that's an entirely different story) and she was just lucky that I was in a position to help her out. But it did mean a 45 minute drive to the airport and back. Phew. She'd paid me back almost before I got home (I lingered over some lunch and some dessert, because if I was going to be there, I figured I might as well try what was on offer in the area).
I did lose a half-day of work but nothing was happening anyway ("We Can't Do Anything Here: We're In Systems Upgrade Country!")
--
Did my PT session yesterday, slightly sore and achey today. He was good, encouraging in that annoying way that PT coaches are (me at one point, laughing: "I hate personal trainers; they're so damn cheerful!") Saw my physio this afternoon, back is much better, and I have exercises to do to limber up my muscles which I need to do at least a couple of times a week.
--
...I wonder if I should just go swimming at Marrinawi Cove this weekend. It's supposed to be very warm during the day, although that'll probably be later on.
Hm. If I go tomorrow, catching public transport in to the city and walking down there, then I could technically stay until about midday, catch the train home, see my chiro on the way through, and then drive the last bit home...
Sunday I've been volunteered to help out at the parental church flea market. Oh, they asked, but I was a bit distracted at the time and didn't quite get what I was volunteering for until the call finished. It's a matter of technology and some of the older people at the church are scared of the new technology and aren't sure of how to use it on their phones. *eyeroll*
Okay, so the entire service the parentals belong to is old people - including my parents - let's be real about this; it's not a growing church, it's an old faithful congregation and they're just lucky they're still able to meet like this. A lot of churches would fold them into another congregation to make room for more growth or a different kind of service. But that's another matter entirely.
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I am trying to write for
halfamoon but struggling right now. With everything writing. GRARGH.Oh, and the story of Dad... He was riding in Vietnam on a motorcycle, and another motorcyclist crashed into him and drove off. He was in one piece, so he climbed right back on the motorcycle and rode home. Three broken ribs, his scapula is cracked, it's not pretty. He was in pain, but wouldn't go to hospital (he doesn't think the Vietnamese docs are very good; the way he puts it, it sounds like they mostly buy their degrees) and the docs he saw gave him two different answers. He did get some really good antibiotics and reckoned he was healing. Cue all the jokes about his broken body, about bruising and pain getting up and lying down, about all the breathing and turning over and ARGH. And all four of his grown children (sorry, our stepbrother doesn't count, he's 19, and the Bs and I are mid-40s, while G is early 30s) are in other countries messaging him to lie down, take medicine, don't treat this lightly, dad, keep us updated, dad, you're in the hospital, WAIT WHAT?
Turns out the medication they put him on to stop infection did the job...and a little bit more. Heavy antibiotics keep things from going bad in his body, unfortch, he's been taking them so long that it's messed up his gut. Therefore: hospital. I do kind of wonder what feats of coercion my stepmother had to perform to get him to go. Last time he needed to go to hospital while we were in Australia, I asked him if he really wanted to leave his wife trying to navigate the health system in a foreign country at midnight (which would probably have been when he collapsed) while speaking almost none of the language, and pretty much hustled him into the car and drove him to the local ER.
Sheesh.
Did I mention that everything's a mess right now?
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"HUGS" Wow hon, too much going on. Hope things get better quickly.
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I'm sorry to hear about your dad, I hope he feels better really soon!