The simplicity of my day to day.
This is where I write my thoughts, feelings and my daily trials, tribulations and happy things
|It’s three am. I can’t sleep. We’ve spent all day trying to locate our mentally ill daughter. She’s in Cairns FarNorth Queensland somewhere. She left rehab with just the clothes she was wearing, didn’t take her medication with her and nothing else. We informed the Cairns police and they have been trying to find her, I’m not sure how hard they tried because we’ve located her in the ER at the hospital. She won’t speak to us but apparently has no idea how she got there. We’ve begged the hospital to hold on to her until we can get a psychiatric team to assess her. This is impossible from 4000 kilometres away. We don’t even know if she’s imjured. We have no jurisdiction over her at her age. Waiting until morning to all the hospital again.
|I’m upset, frustrated and angry. Our daughter in rehab has just told us she is sick of being treated like a child and because she refused to be breathalysed she has been asked to leave rehab after three weeks into a twelve week programme. She has no money, is four thousand kilometres away from us and knows no one there. We asked her what her plans were. Where is she going when she leaves there? She just said “I’m blocking your phone number, you’re not helping.”
I’ve blocked her number.
|PROMPT July 30th
Well, we've made it to the end of the month! Thank you for putting up with the prompts I've chosen. This is my first month doing this, it can be fun, and frustrating. *Smile*
Now the actual prompt. Everyone is injured in one way or another at some time in their life. Tonight, write about a memory of a physical injury.
If you like, please include in your post 2-3 subjects you would like to see used as prompts in September. Thank you!
I’ve been fairly lucky regarding physical injuries. No broken bones ever.
When I was little I ‘helped’ my dad in the garden and impaled my foot with a garden fork. Still got the scar from that little episode. I remember my dad taking me to the doctors on the crossbar of his bike. We had no car in those days.
Then when I was teenager I was a pillion rider on the back of my boyfriend’s motorbike. He was what was known as a ton up boy. That meant he liked to get up to 100 miles per hour on the straight. We had been doing that speed when another bike rider put on his brakes suddenly in front of us. We were still going quite fast when we came off. I thought I’d broken every bone in my body but no I was just badly bruised and had to make sure I was fully clothed when my Mum was around for the next month or so, as she disapproved of my boyfriend and his motorbike.
My chronic life long injury is my back. I’m wondering as I write this if it all started with the bike accident?
I’ve had an operation on my back and considering another.
Thank you so much for the interesting prompts this month. I’ve enjoyed it very much.
|PROMPT July 29th
Your significant other wants to watch a sporting event this weekend. You aren’t a sports fan; in fact you had other plans for the two of you. You love him though, and agree to sit with him to watch the event. Two hours before it starts, he casually remarks, “Ron, George, and Rick are coming over to watch the game with us. Can you make us some snacks and get drinks set up?” Tell us how you react to this casual statement.
My husband is not all that sociable. He loves spending time with his family, grandkids etc. Friends not so much. He’s not into sport either. He likes F1 racing though. He’d never ask me to make snacks. He doesn’t eat between meals🤣
|PROMPT July 28th
No one is correct every time. Tell us about a time you realised you were mistaken.
Moi? Wrong? Surely not.😂
We all make mistakes. Well everyone except my husband, of course.
It can be very hard to admit when you were wrong, or perhaps just mistaken. I have been proven wrong about people throughout my long life, although not often!
I usually go with my gut when I meet a person for the first time. Not very scientific I admit but it has served me well over the years. Most people have proved me right for good or bad. However, when met my granddaughter’s husband for the first time I just couldn’t warm to him. I was in protective mode. He wasn’t good enough for this treasure of mine. It’s not that I’ve disliked all her boyfriends, in fact I’ve loved them and have been disappointed when she’s given them up and sent them on their way. No. Joe just didn’t seem to fit in. I think the feeling was mutual. But I’ve discovered I was wrong about him. I admit it. He’s proved to be the best person in the world for her.
There have been a few mistakes when travelling. We missed a train in India once. I’d booked a first class sleeper, but turned up a day late. That was a doozy of a mistake. We ended up in a carriage sitting up all night with hundreds of others. Bad mistake, that one.
Another time I booked a flight into the Philippines but the airport which I thought was near the capital, Manila, was in fact four hours drive away. Missed a connection that time. Another bad mistake.
So okay, I’m not infallible. Shoot me.
|PROMPT July 27th
It's been a long day. Work was tougher than normal, you feel run down and dragged out. Now it's time to relax. Tell us how you relax after a day like this, or after any long day.
Today has been one of those days. It’s been traumatic actually. I’m still wound up even though it’s bed time. I thought I’d just say I wasn’t up to blogging tonight and leave it at that but this prompt made me want to write the experience down. So maybe that’s what I do to relax after a hard day, blog!
Our granddaughter went into labour last night with her first baby. How this day had been looked forward to. She had her birth plan and she and her husband had done the classes. She was ready.
Anyway after a fairly hard birth, forceps etc, baby Evie was born. Her little face was bruised but she was safe. Then our granddaughter had a massive haemorrhage, it couldn’t be controlled. There was panic in the room. She thought she was going to die. She was rushed into theatre and had lost two litres of blood before it was brought under control. She’s had blood transfusions. She also has sepsis and is in Intensive care. Poor little Evie is on IV antibiotics too.
She’s going to be okay, but the day certainly has taken it’s toll on all the family. I don’t think we could have coped if the worse had happened.
|PROMPT July 26th
We've all faced them at one time or another, and will in the future. Tonight, write about a challenge you faced, and how you overcame it.
Although this isn’t my challenge I am dealing with it alongside my daughter. Her challenge is to get out from under the grip of alcohol. Myself and her father deal with the ramifications of her addictions every day.
She has lost everything and everyone except her parents. Her children don’t speak to her. She’s lost her home, her husband, her kids.
At the moment she is in rehab for the tenth time. She calls us each day, sometimes several times a day. We listen to her struggles and talk to her endlessly. Anything to stop her ending her life.
It’s her challenge but it may as well be ours.
|PROMPT July 25th
We were all children at one time. Some much longer ago than others. Tonight, write about the things you loved doing when you were a child.
Reading, reading reading. I would read anything I could to get my hands on. My best days were going into the bookshop with my mother. The smell of new books still brings childhood memories back to me.
And going to the library. Our local library was in the church basement I can still feel the excitement and anticipation when walking down the steep slope and entering the brown door and entering the hushed sanctity of our library.
I loved all the usual childhood games. Marbles, playing chasy, skipping with a rope and dressing up and pretending to be anything and anyone. Climbing trees and watching my family being unaware I could see them. Especially my brothers. Of course being the only girl I was roped in to be part of their games too.
|PROMPT July 24th
Write about your parents and the learnt behaviours you’ve inherited from them
Well, I haven’t seen either of my parents since the early eighties so I’m struggling to imagine what it was that I learned or inherited. But I’ll give it a go.
From my mother her looks. I scare myself when I look at photos of my mother when she was the age I am now. We’re pretty much identical.
From both my parents a work ethic. No one was allowed to be sitting doing nothing in our household when my brothers and I were growing up. I actually hate that. Not that I don’t like doing my share and more of the allotted tasks, but the guilt that they instilled in me if I didn’t see what needed doing and just get it done.
From my mother I learned from a very early age that women were as good if not better than men. Now this was from a woman born in 1914! Again from my mother I learned not to follow the pack but to do what was sensible not expected. I learned this lesson when I was six years old. Girls at school had to wear a dress. It didn’t matter if it was below freezing. My Mum sent me to school on such a day in a pair of brown corduroy trousers. I was made to stay in class, not allowed out to play and my mother was summoned to school to pick me up and take me home to dress in the correct attire. I wish I had a tape of that encounter!
From my dad? I learned it was okay for a man to cry. I saw him do this on more than a few occasions. I learned to love music and the joy of singing.
|PROMPT July 23rd
A couple of weeks ago, I asked you about the Best Boss you've ever had. Tonight, write about the worst boss you’ve ever had.
I’m sorry, there’s nothing I can say about this prompt. As I said before I’ve only worked for family all my life. That can easily a good or bad thing. However you can never quit.🤣