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It does! Three is possibly the worst number. Especially when it comes to bad luck. Or maybe just fate.
Christ. Can it possibly get any worse?! My guess is, yes.
For the past two weeks, my life has been at it's most eventful. I don't remember having a 'full' two weeks ever.
If you are/were a parent and you had a tiny, tiny argument over.. nothing. What would you do? Kick your daughter/son out, or just grit your teeth and cope with it? Heh, my mum can't seem to cope anymore. An argument = kicked out. It sucks. But I love her.
I kept saying out loud, "I hate you!". Screaming it every five seconds with some Car Crash music on the go, repeatedly. But then immediately afterwards, the "I love you" would follow. I can't say I hate you, it hurts to say it. Very superstitious, you see.
Maybe that's 1 of 3.
My grandmother dies. I never thought of her as my grandmother. She was just 'grandad's wife'. She died from sorosis of the liver. She drank her whole life, not stopping when the doctors told her to. Sounds so insensitive and cold, I know, but it was her own fault. She had choices. Even when it was early enough to stop. She could stop, which is obviously hard for someone who's been drinking their whole life, or just carry on the way she went and let her liver rot away. Everybody was angry at her. But there was still love.
Maybe that's 2 of 3.
My uncle has less than 48 hours to live. He has stomach cancer. Yesterday, the doctors were saying he might just see Christmas. But now, they say his liver has doubled it's size so they can't do chemo. I think that's how it works. So he has 48 hours.
My auntie is the one I feel sorry for. Having lost her mother, just one week ago, now finding out she has her husband lying on his death-bed. Her daughter suffering from something which I can never remember the name of, fluid on the brain.
And maybe that's 3 of 3.
And my little Lucy, the cat, she died. She ran away, like in the movies, to die alone. Bless her.
My little 1 year old cousin is having lung problems. He has to spend the rest of his life going to the hospital and have oxygen carried around with him 24/7 because he was born with his lungs down where his stomach was and his diaphragm where his lungs were supposed to be. He's a very lucky little man.
So within two weeks. One lady has died, another about to die, one little boy critically ill, Lucy has gone, and I'm having to live in a place not called home. But that's not worth moaning about compared to everything else.
But see, I'm looking forward to the future. I'm actually excited, which is hard to believe, about the things both sad and happy life is willing to throw at me. Bring it on!
And I'm healthy. Both mentally and physically. I have never been so appreciative and thankful in my life.
I just felt like getting that little bit of my mind.
Christ. Can it possibly get any worse?! My guess is, yes.
For the past two weeks, my life has been at it's most eventful. I don't remember having a 'full' two weeks ever.
If you are/were a parent and you had a tiny, tiny argument over.. nothing. What would you do? Kick your daughter/son out, or just grit your teeth and cope with it? Heh, my mum can't seem to cope anymore. An argument = kicked out. It sucks. But I love her.
I kept saying out loud, "I hate you!". Screaming it every five seconds with some Car Crash music on the go, repeatedly. But then immediately afterwards, the "I love you" would follow. I can't say I hate you, it hurts to say it. Very superstitious, you see.
Maybe that's 1 of 3.
My grandmother dies. I never thought of her as my grandmother. She was just 'grandad's wife'. She died from sorosis of the liver. She drank her whole life, not stopping when the doctors told her to. Sounds so insensitive and cold, I know, but it was her own fault. She had choices. Even when it was early enough to stop. She could stop, which is obviously hard for someone who's been drinking their whole life, or just carry on the way she went and let her liver rot away. Everybody was angry at her. But there was still love.
Maybe that's 2 of 3.
My uncle has less than 48 hours to live. He has stomach cancer. Yesterday, the doctors were saying he might just see Christmas. But now, they say his liver has doubled it's size so they can't do chemo. I think that's how it works. So he has 48 hours.
My auntie is the one I feel sorry for. Having lost her mother, just one week ago, now finding out she has her husband lying on his death-bed. Her daughter suffering from something which I can never remember the name of, fluid on the brain.
And maybe that's 3 of 3.
And my little Lucy, the cat, she died. She ran away, like in the movies, to die alone. Bless her.
My little 1 year old cousin is having lung problems. He has to spend the rest of his life going to the hospital and have oxygen carried around with him 24/7 because he was born with his lungs down where his stomach was and his diaphragm where his lungs were supposed to be. He's a very lucky little man.
So within two weeks. One lady has died, another about to die, one little boy critically ill, Lucy has gone, and I'm having to live in a place not called home. But that's not worth moaning about compared to everything else.
But see, I'm looking forward to the future. I'm actually excited, which is hard to believe, about the things both sad and happy life is willing to throw at me. Bring it on!
And I'm healthy. Both mentally and physically. I have never been so appreciative and thankful in my life.
I just felt like getting that little bit of my mind.
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Sorry to hear all that NY, I can only hope things for you soon.
Try to remember that drinking is not always a choice, for some people it is so addictive that they cannot imagine their life without it, without it they believe their life is not worth living. They are trapped in their own personal hell from which there is seemingly no way out. Someone telling you to stop, even if it is your whole family is often not enough to counter the incredibly strong hold drink has on you. They do not 'choose' to give in to it, they simply are not strong enough inside to abstain.
I hope everything sorts itself out at home and am deeply sorry for your loss, as EB said, I can think of little else to add ....
Try to remember that drinking is not always a choice, for some people it is so addictive that they cannot imagine their life without it, without it they believe their life is not worth living. They are trapped in their own personal hell from which there is seemingly no way out. Someone telling you to stop, even if it is your whole family is often not enough to counter the incredibly strong hold drink has on you. They do not 'choose' to give in to it, they simply are not strong enough inside to abstain.
I hope everything sorts itself out at home and am deeply sorry for your loss, as EB said, I can think of little else to add ....
If you want to chat, to priest in the know, cal 0800 I LOVE JESUS.
0800 number ?! You sound like a Hotline! :D
Ok, but just remeber, anytime, (not after 3am not before 8am, you need to talk), I'm here :D
Amazingly, suprisingly well !
How are you taking this all, really?
Ok. Understandable. Thanks though!
I know me saying sorry will make no difference, in the slightest, but I don't know what else I can say...that wouldn't be inappropriate.
Nooo! Don't say sorry! Never be sorry!
Thank you though. Much appreciated. :)
Thank you though. Much appreciated. :)
Sorry lass.
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