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Sep. 14th, 2006 07:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
llywelaUpstairs neighbours drifting in loudly sozzled at 1.45am - not to be recommended. Could have happily throttled mine last night. This was followed by weird dreams, most of which evaporated as soon as I woke up, just leaving that vague awareness of weirdness. I do remember dreaming that I was in work, at one point, and my Boss drifted in at midday, looked around, and said 'oh, it's so quiet, I might as well take the afternoon off.' Subconscious trying to tell me something, there? I also dreamed that I was in a panic because my brother's birthday was only days away and I didn't know what to get him. But even my dream self realised that was ridiculous, and pointed out that my brother's birthday isn't till April. Maybe I was starting to wake up at that point.
Went round to Molly's last night. She said Kerry's surgery went as well as could be expected, they just have to wait for it to heal before she can start treatment. But Kerry is, understandably, feeling incredibly low at the moment. It didn't help that the consultant doesn't think he can perform reconstruction surgery - she's so skinny, there's no skin to spare for it. Moll is really feeling the pressure of holding her family together. She's got Jason living at home since his marriage broke up, and he's pretty depressed about it still - luckily Joseph is doing well again, after a few infections over the summer. There's Steven and Kerry - Kerry's family aren't being at all supportive, apparently, so Moll is the one driving up there almost daily to help out. There's her husband Tony, who is in a residential home because he's a chronic, incurable alcoholic and the most selfish bastard ever. Tell him his baby grandson has got leukaemia, and he says 'Oh dear. Have you brought my pickled onions?' One of Molly's closest friends, Wendy, is terminal with cancer and could go at any time now. And Moll isn't in the best of health herself, and is under a lot of stress at the moment.
I'm being as supportive as I can. There's nothing else I can do.
Getting seriously worried about Deb and Ray's adoption stuff now - can't work out what the agency think they are playing at. Still no reference request. I thought they were duty-bound to take them up.
All we can do is wait and see what happens, now.
Went round to Molly's last night. She said Kerry's surgery went as well as could be expected, they just have to wait for it to heal before she can start treatment. But Kerry is, understandably, feeling incredibly low at the moment. It didn't help that the consultant doesn't think he can perform reconstruction surgery - she's so skinny, there's no skin to spare for it. Moll is really feeling the pressure of holding her family together. She's got Jason living at home since his marriage broke up, and he's pretty depressed about it still - luckily Joseph is doing well again, after a few infections over the summer. There's Steven and Kerry - Kerry's family aren't being at all supportive, apparently, so Moll is the one driving up there almost daily to help out. There's her husband Tony, who is in a residential home because he's a chronic, incurable alcoholic and the most selfish bastard ever. Tell him his baby grandson has got leukaemia, and he says 'Oh dear. Have you brought my pickled onions?' One of Molly's closest friends, Wendy, is terminal with cancer and could go at any time now. And Moll isn't in the best of health herself, and is under a lot of stress at the moment.
I'm being as supportive as I can. There's nothing else I can do.
Getting seriously worried about Deb and Ray's adoption stuff now - can't work out what the agency think they are playing at. Still no reference request. I thought they were duty-bound to take them up.
All we can do is wait and see what happens, now.
