Well... where to begin, eh? Ah don't know. Same ol' shit, different day, really. It so much seems happens to me within such a short space of time, that it's never ending. And usually quite bad. F**kin' rare if summit good ever happen to me these days, like. :sad:
Ironically, things seemed to be going a lot better last year.
So, got an podiatry appointment booked for a few weeks to see about my big left toenail, which seems to be healling up. Did have one on May 16th, but I'll be away then. But, the toenail's certainly looking a lot better, at least.
Had to miss a gig in Glasgow that me and my sister had booked tickets for due both of us not feeling well. Me, getting the cold this past Sunday. But it's gradually clearing up.
And, course yesterday - May 3rd, 2017 - I found out from my oldest sister that our mum got word from her doctor that she might have diabetes. She tells me this while taking me out for a wee car ride round the Scottish Borders. Why our mum could break the news to me while in the house? :idontknow:
"Did Mum tell ye?"
"Tell me what? She rarely tells me anything"
"Aw, she got a call fae the doctor this morning sayin' she might huv diabetes"
"F**k! What type?"
"Dinnae ken yet. They're just speculating off Mum's recent blood-pressure check-up. She's going another appointment this week"
"Should've cut down the fizzy drinks, ah kept tell her...."
"You'll need tae do her daily blood-checks, it does turn oot she's got diabetes. Ye awrite with that, like?"
"Ah guess...", I retort, monotonously.
"Dinnae sound to happy aboot that, how come?"
In my head I said myself:
Am I supposed to be, like? :thumbdown: But decided against saying it out loud. Since I'd have been unable to hide the fact I was both angrily upset and frustrated by the prospect of being my mum's carer.
"Why is it up tae me? Can't she learn how to do that on her own? Do they not show ye how to do it, anyway?"
Aye, she will... eventually"
And that wus all we said on it. Since it wus clear that ah wus'nae exactly too happy aboot once again feelin' f _ _ kin' obligated to take responsibility for someone else's well-being other than my own. :kickingmyself:
Ah know, that makes me seem like an uncaring, heartless c*nt. But this could've all been avoided if our mum had just listened. Because I'd been banging on about health issue related to a bad lifestyle and lack of exercise. And this wus long before I was forced to re-evaluate my own health in the months leading up to my eventual surgery.
But, no, instead of seeing sense and going:
"Yer right, Graeme. I'll start being more considerate with how much I'm spending on the weekly shop, and what I'm buying" I get told:
"Awrite! Stop pickin' oan me!"
So, I've kinda made a point since my mid-teens, to keep my distance in terms offering to help my mum, unless she asks first. Since I tend to get the stroppy feminist reaction whenever I voluntarily offer to help.
Mind you, the awkward car conversation with my sister wus'nae the worst part of yesterday...
But, f**k it, ah take that over the tiresome Braveheart references. 
