In response to the kind messages and calls re the turmoils of 2008, thank you.
Good news. Thebazile is recovering very well. The (work) project I was doing that got delayed while I looked after her has also progressed well. I have the day off...
Wow. A little blue sky...
Thursday, 23 October 2008
Tuesday, 7 October 2008
Good Samaritans
Ever phoned the Samaritans? I never though I would. Last week Thebazile became very ill. The sort of ill that means you don't have the strength or control to get out of bed to use the toilet. After one day of agony she needed to be in hospital but the doctor could not refer her on because they were under strict instructions not to allow Norovirus sufferers into hospital. Four days later she was no better. On the fifth day she began having breathing problems. This time I called an ambulance. The kids clung to me horrified as she was taken away.
It was at that point that I lost it. Supporting an ill partner, two kids and earning a living (there is no time off or sick pay when you are self employed) had meant I'd not slept for five days.
So I rang the Samaritans because I really needed to talk to someone in an emotional way. To let rip about everything from cripplingly expensive insurance claims on faulty plumbing to piles of washing, from helping kids with their homework to Dad's accident and eventual death.
It wasn't as I'd expected though. The guy on the other end of the phone had a Birmingham accent. And he really didn't say much. He made the occasional gentle suggestion (could so-and-so help? Have I got friends or relatives etc etc) but really he just listened.
But d'you know what? It worked.
So wherever, whoever you are, thank you for giving up your Saturday morning to hear other peoples problems. Thanks for allowing me to go through my own problems and develop a little perspective. Thank you for listening.
Somewhere out there is an angel with a Brummy accent - and that makes me feel a whole lot better.
It was at that point that I lost it. Supporting an ill partner, two kids and earning a living (there is no time off or sick pay when you are self employed) had meant I'd not slept for five days.
So I rang the Samaritans because I really needed to talk to someone in an emotional way. To let rip about everything from cripplingly expensive insurance claims on faulty plumbing to piles of washing, from helping kids with their homework to Dad's accident and eventual death.
It wasn't as I'd expected though. The guy on the other end of the phone had a Birmingham accent. And he really didn't say much. He made the occasional gentle suggestion (could so-and-so help? Have I got friends or relatives etc etc) but really he just listened.
But d'you know what? It worked.
So wherever, whoever you are, thank you for giving up your Saturday morning to hear other peoples problems. Thanks for allowing me to go through my own problems and develop a little perspective. Thank you for listening.
Somewhere out there is an angel with a Brummy accent - and that makes me feel a whole lot better.
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