3 Too Many

Day 9 of 23 treatment free.

“Crying doesn’t help anything, try your luck with violent mood swings” – Anonymous

A sleep in – well 6am anyway.  But a less broken sleep and less pain.  Maybe it was just that I was so bloody shattered after the move yesterday that made me sleep and taking pain killers just before bed   Check some emails and then get on with things.  Defrost the car and head for school and work.  Frosty walk in to work. Take in the sounds and think back to what it was like 17 months ago, the city would have been filled with the sounds of traffic and people with folks going about their business.  Today it is the sound of concrete breakers tapping away and excavators humming and crashing their scoops contents into trucks. Only about 5 or 6 people on the street too – probably early tourists taking in the broken landscape. What a different world it is now.  Get to thinking about how much will be rebuilt – that I will get to see or experience.

Steady day at work – listen to some music while working on something that I have to concentrate on – good in one way but bad in another. A couple of sad songs play including one I have put thought about for the funeral – not a good look trying to suck back tears at work.  Really I’m happy to be there   Stupid music!!  Have lunch then get picked up and head to pick up the pets from their storage.  Both are very happy to see us.  Get them home then I have a lay down before I have a fall down.  Not feeling or doing very well at all.  Sue heads off to collect the boys.  Molly wakes me up by walking over me and purring – guess she is happy to see me.  And probably wants food! Get up and manage to drag myself aimlessly around the house for a bit.  The boys return home then Lachie gets ready and heads to footy practice.  Jacob stays with me.  A bit sad when a 12-year-old baby sits his 44-year-old Father! Still don’t mind at least someone is here if I decide to do the funky chicken. 

Dinner time – thanks Roh, blog, then drugs and bed – yep – very boring.  Sorry but when you feel crappy but sleep well there is not a lot of dribble fall from the head.  Also thanks Vicky & Alex for the flowers – lovely bright bunch.  Take care all.

Kia Kaha.