Sunday of my Life

Well, this has been a stressful evening, playing hob with my nerves. I will apologise now for any spelling errors in here, I do not have the inclination to proof-read right now, and I am finding it somewhere difficult to type straight.

7:30 AM
Went Christmas shopping today. I love to give gifts to people, brings a warm glow to my heart, but damn I hate shopping for them, and I hate the big shopping centres (Americans would call them Malls, but that’s what we call them, so there). Fountain Gate, the closest major one to us, is crowded, noisy and close. Christmas shopping crowds are the worst, and when we got to K-Mart at 8AM to go to lay-by and pick some stuff up, the queue was already extended outside the lay-by department and down past several aisles of shelves. We left Peta standing in the queue while went and did the rest of the K-Mart related purchases (several DVDs for my part), and then stood in the queue with her. This marked the beginning of a series of runs to various shops to buy various things, and stops at other places on the way there. My mother and second-elder sister are browsers. They may go in with a list of what they need to get, but they can and will stop and look at unnecessary and inconsequential things and chew up more time doing that than they will shopping for what they need. Christmas shopping gets on my nerves, if you hadn’t already guessed, so this habit of their’s serves to make me slightly irritable.

12:00 PM
Getting home, finally, to a stinking hot house. The town where I live, despite the fact it’s 60 meters above sea-level, used to be swampland. During summer’s heats this means high levels of humidity and mosquitoes galore. The lack of sleep I had last night (my nightmares have returned, so my sleep has been erratic, at best) coupled with this high heat and air thicker than treacle had my fuse shortened right down to a stub. I decided to take a nap to try and clear myself up. So, laying down on my bed with a fan on me, I closed my eyes and was quickly asleep. I awoke about 3 hours later, laying on soaked sheets, sweat dripping off me. My fan wasn’t running, and the hot afternoon sun was beating on my closed curtains. The air in my room was stifling, my thermometer informed me that it was 43 degrees in my bedroom. Turns out we had a power failure around an hour before I woke up. I got out of my bedroom as quick as I could, opening my window and leaving the door open, praying a breze while I got a drink and took a cold shower.

8 PM
The power came back on while I was in the shower, and the fan had managed to pull air into my room fast neough ot cool it down considerably, and the sun moved onwards, so I lay back down and went back to sleep. I got up again at 7:30, sweating again, so I took another shower. Emerging from it feeling considerably better I walked out into the lounge-room to find my mother desperately hunting for something. The keys to my grandmother’s house. As some of you may know my grandmother recently completed a course of radio- and chemo-therapy. my grandmother lives in a bungalow in our backyard, and my mother had been hanging some washing out when she heard an almight thump from inside her house. Upon getting the keys for my mother we went in and found my grandmother unconcious on the ground.

First Aid Me took over and we get her into the recovery position, checked vitals and finally got her revived. She was dizzy, sweating and nauseous so we called upon the services of the St. John’s Ambulance Service and packed her up and sent her off to Dandenong Hospital for observation, hopefully only over night. Now, we only live maybe a 1km from the Ambulance Station, but we still waited nearly 45 minutes for an ambulance. There was me, drawing funny looks from passers-by as I paced on the pathway outside our house, waiting for them. I was ignoring all else though, only concentrating on trying to mentally make them hurry up and hoping that my grandmother was ok. Finally they arrived, and they cheked her out and were about ot leave hwen she collapsed again, so they took her to hospital, and my mother went with them. So there I am now, at home, alone, and I feel this almighty ache in my hands.

unbeknownst to myself I had been biting my knuckles, as is my wont when I am upset. I’m surprised the Ambos didn’t notice them, I was bleeding from several points on my hands where my teeth had penetrated the skin. I disinfected and bound the cuts, then soaked my hands in cold water for a while to help relieve some of the ache and get the bruising over with.

Silly me

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