The last week saw a flying dash to Albury when The Other got a call saying her mother was not well.
How wrong [but fortuitous] that yet another family member had connections and clout at yet another hospital, which meant getting done what was the best instead of second best. The Other’s Mother is not out of the woods yet, but so far so good.
Found a nice motel on wotif, and as a bunch of rugby players were in town for an interstate match I ignored the complimentary light breakfast and stole bacon and eggs all week. Seriously, one guy put 5 eggs, half a dozen sausages and a pile of bacon on his plate then went back for more – so if there was food left over how could I waste it?
On the whole, an extremely draining and emotional week. I never realised before quite how big a responsibility it can be making decisions on behalf of an elderly parent.
Hope to catch up on some reading and chatting over the next little while.