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One thing comes to another
May. 5th, 2026 08:27 pm... and one has things to worry about again.
Thing one is the fact that the physiotherapist lady and I tried to get Mum an appointment at the cardiologist's for the yearly check-up on her pacemaker. We sent the request. So far, no reply. The whole process was different from last year; I hope we did it right. If I don't get an answer in, say, two days, I'll start trying to phone them. That promises to be a lengthy and frustrating process. *sigh*
Thing two is the fact that all of a sudden a spring seems to have broken in my bed. I can still lift the mattress, but it does no longer remain in a raised position. Mum will give our janitor a call tomorrow - he knows all sorts of handymen, so hopefully one of those can help. If not, I'll have to learn to dig around in the box under the mattress while holding it upright with one hand. Not something I'd be looking forward to.
Thing three is that the lady from the doll clinic called - naturally, at a time when I was away to choir practice. Mum speak with her and understood most of it, but not everything. She said she'd call tomorrow again, hopefully at a time when I'll be at home. *fingers crossed*
God, I'm so tired of having to worry about new things each new day.
Thing one is the fact that the physiotherapist lady and I tried to get Mum an appointment at the cardiologist's for the yearly check-up on her pacemaker. We sent the request. So far, no reply. The whole process was different from last year; I hope we did it right. If I don't get an answer in, say, two days, I'll start trying to phone them. That promises to be a lengthy and frustrating process. *sigh*
Thing two is the fact that all of a sudden a spring seems to have broken in my bed. I can still lift the mattress, but it does no longer remain in a raised position. Mum will give our janitor a call tomorrow - he knows all sorts of handymen, so hopefully one of those can help. If not, I'll have to learn to dig around in the box under the mattress while holding it upright with one hand. Not something I'd be looking forward to.
Thing three is that the lady from the doll clinic called - naturally, at a time when I was away to choir practice. Mum speak with her and understood most of it, but not everything. She said she'd call tomorrow again, hopefully at a time when I'll be at home. *fingers crossed*
God, I'm so tired of having to worry about new things each new day.
