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Mum update #2, LJ moans and related stuff
Firstly: thanks for the support, everyone. It really means a lot. *hugs friends*
Secondly, LJ still seems to be acting up. It took me four attempts to view my flist (three times I got the message that I either don't have any friends on my list, or they haven't posted for two weeks - both of which is bollocks, of course.
Thirdly, Mum's feeling reasonably well. She's still yellow like a rubber duck, but at least she no longer glows in the dark and she isn't in pain any longer. Today, they even allowed her to eat some soup. We still don't know anything else, especially not when she will be allowed to come home. Not as long as she's still yellow, I assume.
Also, tomorrow comes the man who cleans the carpets. As we have fixed wall-to-wall carpets, the only way to clean them is to get the furniture out of the room. In order to do that, you have to empty the cupboards and stuff, because china in that magnitude weighs a ton. So I've been emptying cupboards since Tuesday. The flat looks as if a bomb had exploded in the middle. The really bad new is that I'll have to put everything back to place, which will be a real challence, as Mum's the one who usually knows where the respective parts of her beloved china belong. I've taken photographs from the inside of the cupboards... no, really, don't laugh! Even so, I'm not sure I'll manage to get everything in again.
I'm so very tired. Under normal circumstances, such an action leaves us both dead for days. Now I'm alone for the whole shit, and have to jog over to the hospital on a daily basis to see Mum. This is the first time I wish we had mobile phones.
Tuesday was when we planned to go to Vienna. Last big DVD-searching orgy before school re-starts, which is on Monday. Well, it wasn't meant to be, apparently, and there's a good chance the train company won't give us back our money, either. Ah, well, as long as Mum recovers, they can stuff the cash where the Sun never shines.
Wish me luck for tomorrow. I really dread this cleaning action - including curtain washing and assorted delights.
Secondly, LJ still seems to be acting up. It took me four attempts to view my flist (three times I got the message that I either don't have any friends on my list, or they haven't posted for two weeks - both of which is bollocks, of course.
Thirdly, Mum's feeling reasonably well. She's still yellow like a rubber duck, but at least she no longer glows in the dark and she isn't in pain any longer. Today, they even allowed her to eat some soup. We still don't know anything else, especially not when she will be allowed to come home. Not as long as she's still yellow, I assume.
Also, tomorrow comes the man who cleans the carpets. As we have fixed wall-to-wall carpets, the only way to clean them is to get the furniture out of the room. In order to do that, you have to empty the cupboards and stuff, because china in that magnitude weighs a ton. So I've been emptying cupboards since Tuesday. The flat looks as if a bomb had exploded in the middle. The really bad new is that I'll have to put everything back to place, which will be a real challence, as Mum's the one who usually knows where the respective parts of her beloved china belong. I've taken photographs from the inside of the cupboards... no, really, don't laugh! Even so, I'm not sure I'll manage to get everything in again.
I'm so very tired. Under normal circumstances, such an action leaves us both dead for days. Now I'm alone for the whole shit, and have to jog over to the hospital on a daily basis to see Mum. This is the first time I wish we had mobile phones.
Tuesday was when we planned to go to Vienna. Last big DVD-searching orgy before school re-starts, which is on Monday. Well, it wasn't meant to be, apparently, and there's a good chance the train company won't give us back our money, either. Ah, well, as long as Mum recovers, they can stuff the cash where the Sun never shines.
Wish me luck for tomorrow. I really dread this cleaning action - including curtain washing and assorted delights.
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I'm glad to hear your Mum is feeling better. Keep giving her my best wishes!
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To bad I had so little time in the Netherlands. I could have gone cupboard hunting with you. I'm sure it would have been hilarious.
One of our cupboards - one that I didn't have to empty, thank God - is more than 200 years old and fills half the living room. But it's a beauty, made of walnut wood.