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Apr. 26th, 2006 01:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
turpsEarlier I was busy making tea. James had just come home from work and I had a turkey roast in the oven and a pan of potatoes bubbling nicely on the hob. Then someone knocked on the door. It was a man from our estate saying mam had fallen. James went to see what was up and I turned off all the rings and oven and went to investigate. I figured she's fallen over drunk somewhere, and she had, except I found her lying in the middle of the road, blood in a great big pool around her head, a circle of men telling her to stay still and another guy on the floor holding her hand.
Within minutes my brother and sister were there, called by some of the men from mam's phone. She was conscious by this time, making a fuss because she wanted to see her daughters and yeah, bloodstains all over when she grabbed our hands. I'll cut the long boring tedious annoying have to watch her every moment because she was determined to walk out of the hospital story short and say she's home now with stitches in her head. At least staying at Kay's because she can't be left at home tonight. When I left she was sitting laughing with Kay's cat, seemingly not worried that Chris had to leave his 38 week pregnant partner to sit in a hospital all night, or Corey had to stay with Kay's flatmate well after his bedtime on a school night. Or Kay had to pay one of her staff to take her shift at work.
While Kay and I were sitting with mam at the hospital she promised us she'd stop drinking, on Kay and my lives, so guess we're doomed. That phonecall we all expect, the one that's going to tell us she's managed to kill herself while drunk. It seemed that one step closer tonight.
Anyway, I'm tired, frustrated, pissed off, hungry and most of all sick and tired of this happening over and over again, so I'm going to bed.
Within minutes my brother and sister were there, called by some of the men from mam's phone. She was conscious by this time, making a fuss because she wanted to see her daughters and yeah, bloodstains all over when she grabbed our hands. I'll cut the long boring tedious annoying have to watch her every moment because she was determined to walk out of the hospital story short and say she's home now with stitches in her head. At least staying at Kay's because she can't be left at home tonight. When I left she was sitting laughing with Kay's cat, seemingly not worried that Chris had to leave his 38 week pregnant partner to sit in a hospital all night, or Corey had to stay with Kay's flatmate well after his bedtime on a school night. Or Kay had to pay one of her staff to take her shift at work.
While Kay and I were sitting with mam at the hospital she promised us she'd stop drinking, on Kay and my lives, so guess we're doomed. That phonecall we all expect, the one that's going to tell us she's managed to kill herself while drunk. It seemed that one step closer tonight.
Anyway, I'm tired, frustrated, pissed off, hungry and most of all sick and tired of this happening over and over again, so I'm going to bed.
