Woken up by my sister on the telephone today at 10.35am telling me to make sure that mother's second week of pills are all in her tablet box. I hate it when she gets all big sister on me.
Just because she had to take mother to the clinic on Monday to have her cyst cut out, which they couldn't do in the end, she has now gone into big sister knows best mode.
But blimey what happened to my alarm this morning?
I do remember waking up when it was still quite gloomy, but whether I slept through my alarm or I turned it off, I have no idea.
If I did forget to set it, then that was the second thing I forgot to do last night and the first being forgetting to get some meat out the freezer for my dinner today.
I know it's a good thing having a fridge freezer, but I was far more organised without the freezer part.
Went to Julie's to repay the money that Derek loaned me to buy the freezer before Christmas when my other fridge broke down. It's a good feeling paying people back, but I forgot my third thing, Derek's thank you present. Damn it, my brain is really flunking this weekend.
I popped around to mother's afterwards to sort out her dinner and nearly gave her a heart attack in the process, because her TV was on so loud that she didn't hear me come in.
Maybe I am turning into a mini me of her?
Went to see 'True Grit' at the cinema this afternoon which was good. Amazing how full the cinema was on a Sunday afternoon, maybe everyone wanting to get back to see 'Dancing on Ice' like myself. Yep I am turning into my mother!
Also felt good as I sorted out all the unwanted handbags, belts, make-up and assorted scarves that I no longer need and managed to fill up the RNLI charity bag for tomorrow's pick up. I do hope the charity bag isn't a scam, as the actual RNLI are dear to my heart. They scattered dad's ashes at sea off Hastings, where he was born and raised. Dad died 21 years ago on the 24th of this month from lung and secondary liver cancer and I remember really clearly standing on the sea wall with mum and my aunties watching them scattering his ashes from the side of the lifeboat. The sea was sparkling in the warm sunshine, where two weeks previously when he had his cremation service at Chelmsford, it had snowed. It was almost as if he knew he had come home.
At least my memory hasn't failed this time, not when it's important. I do miss him.
Lots of love Debbie x
About Me
- Me...Debbie Burden... or known as Burders
- I'll be 55 this August... I've had bronchiectasis for ten years plus this year... End stage lung disease for the past year...been on oxygen for three years... and have I got used to it yet?... nah! I am now waiting for the biggie; a double lung and maybe a heart transplant. I love my life weirdly enough, because I have some wonderful family and friends who are with me every step of the way on my adventures, even though I embarrass them on a daily basis with my unorthodox way of looking at life. Not for the faint hearted!
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