I had intented to blog more often and sometimes even on personal things. But this year hasn't really worked out like that as will become apparent . . .
So we started off badly. My beloved knackered her ankle just before Xmas last year leaving her in considerable pain. Oh well we thought it's only an injury. It'll get better. A year and a lot of pain later it turns out that she'd fractured it badly and it hasn't healed properly. Physio will sort it out but in the meantime . . .
Walking strangely on the ankle put pressure on her back. The pressure was comnpunded by stress at work and sitting badly until eventually something went completely and she was unable to move her neck without sharp stabbing pains that caused loss of consciousness and more frightening memory. Thankfully the NHS was on the ball and she got through the worst off it thanks to very strong drugs and physio. It was bloody terrible for a long time thouggh.
None off this is particularly important of course in the grand scheme of things however . . .
So our plan to set up a business in Sri Lanka is now on indefinite hold; not that I'm scared but I'm just so angry that the bastards can't stop killing each other. I have to be thankful for the BBC for being the only news organistation that even notices Lanka exists, but for most of the world there's just that obsession with the middles east while other parts of the globe go to hell. I shall blog on this more another time perhaps ; as of now however it's a full scale war again.
Now we get to the really crap bits. In June her dad died. He was of a good age and had had a great life but for anyone who reads this and has lost a parent knows there's nothing at all like losing a parent (well losing a child is probably worse but I won't have to endure that). It completely destroyed the middle part of the year - she was a terrible mess as were her family. Because he was an eminent man the funeral arrangements dragged on and on which didn't help. It was all very beautifully done in the end though - the eulogy was superb and delivered by an old friend, but it's all so unimportant compared to the grief of his family. He was a truly lovely man too.
Just as we're in the midst of this my father collapsed. We thougght he'd had a stroke but as it happens it wasn;t a full one just (just ?) a mini storke brought on by blodd pressure medication and the heat of the summer. It looked for a while that he was on the way out though - which has forced him to take his health more seriously. He wants to see his grand children grow up after all.
My brother's divorce continued to get worse and worse with his wife refusing to allow him to even see his daughter despite him actually having custody. I don't really understand how that works to be honest but it does. The bitch from hell won't see her sons at all, or even call them which means that the children are desparate to see the other parent and more importantly their brother or sister. The youngest has no memory of mother or sister at all now.
And then my older brother went completly off the rails. Struggling with depression and alcholoism he descended into a spiral of ASBOs and arrests. Finally he collapsed and was rushed to hospital with a failing liver. He was there for weeks andd frankly they didn;t think their was any chance. But in the end he was discharged (after five weeks) . . . only to be readmitted a few days later in a state of complete collapse. He;d contracted MRSA and pneumonia and was hours from the final curtain. Thankfully my sainted younger brother rrushed him in before things were irreversible but itt's still touch andd go now. The MRSA appears to be in retreat, the possiblity of TB has gone and the liver is much much stronger. He's taken years of his life but he should at least have years left. He won;t ever be off drugs again - for the liver and the side effects and he is likely to pick up an infection at the drop of a hat but today he comes of the MRSA treatment. Thank fuck.
Now I hear that my favourite aunt's cancer has returned . . .
