Well, that's another day over with then. Must admit though, my stomach stricture's been playing up a bit for the last few days, and has been especially irritating today, it feels like my wind pipe has swelled up in a certain section and it feels really uncomfortable.
Baby daughter had an unexpected night out again with a couple of friends last night, returning home just after midnight, again waking me up as they got out of the taxi. Is the disturbed sleep possibly a contributing factor to the stricture playing up? I don't know, but it was certainly repsponsible for me having extreme difficultty in getting up this morning!
I had a letter from the bailiff company waiting for me last night when I got home, confirming the payment arrangement, but also demanding the first payment for the 3rd January - the date I got the letter, even though I asked for a payment date of the 15th. They're just going to have to wait until this Friday (my payday) for their payment. Tough.
After the childless Christmas incident, I have come to terms with the fact that perhaps the kids I adopted don't want me anymore, but, rather than pass a harsh, 100% child rejection sentence on myself, I thought I'd wait until Father's Day to see what happens then. But I realised last night that Father's Day here in the UK is on Sunday, June 17th, but Middle Daughter is getting married on Saturday 16th in Italy, so all the kids will be over there for Father's Day, so I'm now waiting until my Birthday - 1st July to see what happens.
And, whatever happens, and whether I get to see the kids again, I'll accept. As simple as that.
But, to put everything in perspective, my workmate Garry is still off work, and I found out today that he's had fluid drained off his lungs and the shadows have been further investigated and samples taken. He's now waiting for the biopsy results.
I'm lucky really, aren't I?
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