Simmering again…

So much has happened over the last week or so. A week ago I had a melt down after I finished work. My dear friend and newly adopted brother came round and gave me some heavy news. My dear friend and newly adopted sisters mother has been diagnosed with cancer. What… The… Fuck…

That’s it, I’m checking out. I’ve had my free trial and I want to cancel my subscription. I’m done. I’m out… Finito…

At that point I simply broke down on him. Too much, way too much for me to cope with at the time. I mean Jesus… Really? I know I’ve been saying it all year but why does the heaviest shit keep happening to/around me? I can’t imagine how my newly adopted sister is feeling right now. She’s had her fair share of trauma in her own family too. She lost her best friend and adopted sister (My Lady) on top of all that. She’s a legend. However shit she feels, she still just about gets on with her life, and well.

So there’s the Friday trigger of visiting a client with Parkinson’s and finding an excessive amount of personal care was required to put it politely. He lives opposite the funeral office I arranged My Lady’s funeral with. Then the car, then the bad news. Well my shit seems to come in fistfuls at a time these days. Punishment from the Cosmos for having the audacity to dare it to screw me over one more time.

Well… Ask, and you shall receive. Paraphrasing a well known hippy dude from 2000 years ago. (Possibly.)

Well the icing on the cake was announced this week. Full national lockdown from Thursday. Not unexpected. Far from it, but when the reality sunk in my mind just flew back to the last lockdown. I was at my worst early on and now I’m simmering again…

Last night was “Interesting”. My Princeling had received a short voicemail from one of his friends and then nothing. His spider sense was tingling and I could tell he was terrified at what might happen to two young girls, drunk as skunks, on there own in the middle of town at night. I could sense his worry so we jumped in the car to go and rescue them. A whole bottle of Vodka between them, what a state. Bless them. We they came back to ours and we fed them water and coffee and put them in the other room. Boy did good.