... for Ally, anyway.
Got up this morning, and was rushing about trying to get ready to go back to college for the first morning back after the holidays, when my phone beeped. Picked it up to find a text from my boss saying "Are you minding on you're in the shop today?". Sent one back saying "Are you minding on I'm at college today?" - and got a reply back saying simply "Shit".
It's amazing how my boss can say so much in one word - what that really meant was "Fuck... I forgot all about that, and my wife isn't going to be in to the shop today, and there's nobody to look after the new girl" (who, thanks to his lack of organisation, started on Monday... and the girl who's worked in the shop for the last year left yesterday at 5pm! So, the new girl's had one day's training, because she couldn't work yesterday (well, 2 now, because I had to miss college and go look after her - so I've been stuck in the shop all day). Looks like there will be a fair amount of nurse-maiding going on... and guess who is likely to have to do most of it? Yep, muggins!) "So can you skive off college today and go to the shop because I don't really want to?"
Went to visit Dad tonight, and was pulled aside by one of the nurses as we came out, to be informed "not to worry" but they've picked up traces of MRSA (the dreaded hospital superbug) in his urine. Apparently the doctor will see him tomorrow to sort out if they'll treat him with antibiotics or not, but she said just to take extra care washing our hands and making sure we always use that alcohol handwash as we go in and out. It's a thing we could have done without (as, I'm sure, Dad could as well), but it's just one of those things you have to trust the medical staff. It's worrying though, as they've also mentioned mini-strokes to my brother as a possibility for some of Dad's symptoms.
Oh, the drink with my friend was good last night... good to catch up and remember Sarah with someone else who knew her.
Well, I'm going now, because it's much, much later than the time this post says... Bye...
ps. Anyone know why my cats have gone loopy these last couple of days? They're play fighting and chasing each other around the room - usually either when I'm sitting down to eat, or else trying to get to sleep!
Got up this morning, and was rushing about trying to get ready to go back to college for the first morning back after the holidays, when my phone beeped. Picked it up to find a text from my boss saying "Are you minding on you're in the shop today?". Sent one back saying "Are you minding on I'm at college today?" - and got a reply back saying simply "Shit".
It's amazing how my boss can say so much in one word - what that really meant was "Fuck... I forgot all about that, and my wife isn't going to be in to the shop today, and there's nobody to look after the new girl" (who, thanks to his lack of organisation, started on Monday... and the girl who's worked in the shop for the last year left yesterday at 5pm! So, the new girl's had one day's training, because she couldn't work yesterday (well, 2 now, because I had to miss college and go look after her - so I've been stuck in the shop all day). Looks like there will be a fair amount of nurse-maiding going on... and guess who is likely to have to do most of it? Yep, muggins!) "So can you skive off college today and go to the shop because I don't really want to?"
Went to visit Dad tonight, and was pulled aside by one of the nurses as we came out, to be informed "not to worry" but they've picked up traces of MRSA (the dreaded hospital superbug) in his urine. Apparently the doctor will see him tomorrow to sort out if they'll treat him with antibiotics or not, but she said just to take extra care washing our hands and making sure we always use that alcohol handwash as we go in and out. It's a thing we could have done without (as, I'm sure, Dad could as well), but it's just one of those things you have to trust the medical staff. It's worrying though, as they've also mentioned mini-strokes to my brother as a possibility for some of Dad's symptoms.
Oh, the drink with my friend was good last night... good to catch up and remember Sarah with someone else who knew her.
Well, I'm going now, because it's much, much later than the time this post says... Bye...
ps. Anyone know why my cats have gone loopy these last couple of days? They're play fighting and chasing each other around the room - usually either when I'm sitting down to eat, or else trying to get to sleep!
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