Royston and Rachel were both surprised by my early arrival last week and Johns 25th was a big success. I’ve just now looked at all the video I took and it pretty much perfectly documents every embarrassing thing I said or did. I’ll edit them all together soon, but that’s not important.
This post isn’t even really about Christmas. I had to rush home the day after we left London because my mum was taken into hospital after collapsing at home.
The doctors found a complex mass on one of her ovaries which made us all jump to conclusions of cancer, but it later turned out to be a cyst. A massive 6cm cyst that was causing all her nearby organs to swell until it finally burst, leaking puss into her abdominal cavity.
She was operated on two days ago and has already made an amazing amount of progress into her recovery.
Emotions have been all over the place, none more important than my mum’s. She seemed so frustrated yesterday, still in pain from the surgery with nothing she could do about it her eyes welled up a few times.
Like my mum I always work hard to keep my emotions in check and I’ve had to work very hard this week. Keeping an open mind about what the next test or scan might reveal and being rational about the future of that is nigh on impossible, all I could do was jump to conclusions and dismiss them. I’m ashamed to say I ran through a funeral speech in my head at least once.
But the ending has been a happy one. Mum’s smiling and bright eyed again and it just happens to be Christmas day (and it’s snowing). She’ll be coming home next week.
but Megan Asha is a terrible writer.
I’ve been preparing for my long journey tomorrow, it’ll be the first major road trip I’ve taken on my own. I’m looking forward to it, but not as much as I’m looking forward to arriving and seeing my Kentish friends. And here’s why.
Royston had an idea for a surprise for Rachel where I would show up out of the blue and we’d go out and have a whale of a time. Royston and I included Tom in the plan so that it wouldn’t be just me to surprise her and Tom then made us aware of Johns 25th birthday party. Great, now we don’t even have to think of anything to do when we arrive.
The party’s fancy dress so Rachel would have to be able to organise a costume for herself (I’m going as Scotty from Star Trek, you’ve got to make the best of what you’ve got, I’ve got a Scottish accent). No problem, she can know about the party without knowing I’ll be there, so Tom copies her into the email… with all our previous planning quoted below. Tom is an idiot.
The surprise was ruined, Rachel knew I was coming and there was no way to cover it up (despite Toms insistence that he could recall the email).
Now, I was supposed to to head down straight after work on Thursday, if I left at six I could get there for about midnight, but when it came to organise my time off I discovered that I had been so frugal with my holidays all year that starting them on Friday would mean that there wasn’t enough time left in the year for me to have all of what I was owed. I had to start them today and that puts a surprise back in play.
If I leave early tomorrow I can be there waiting for Rachel when she gets home from work. Royston will be home already as he’ll have started his holidays but even he isn’t expecting me before midnight. He’ll open the door and BAM!
“Surprise”.
got into one today. literally. the metaphor of my life turned into something real.
Holy crap, are you still in one piece?
You ever end up with an artist on your ipod, but have no clue who they are and what they’re doing there?
No? Just me? Kay.
Yes actually. White Lies, who the fuck are they?
Paper crowns. What the fuck? Why do we wear these stupid fucking things?
Cards too, I fucking hate cards. “Merry Christmas” well fucking obviously, I wasn’t assuming that you wanted me to have a miserable Christmas, you arsehole.
It’s unpleasant.
It’s a bit fucking misty outside.
(via itsforpoorpeople)
Very much so.
Wouldn’t an electric matress be better than an electric blanket?
Mine was fine, nothing particularly eventful or remarkable until I got home and inherited 30 grand. Now I’m wondering what to do (after I see the dermatologist, that is).
Any ideas?
Is this hat a good look for me, or would I need to be robbing banks first?