Too many emergencies this time
Dec. 7th, 2020 01:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ashlymeThe weekend was a bit pants.
My dad was sick through Saturday evening, so we had to call an ambulance after midnight. He had an operation for an aneurysm seventeen years ago, has a pacemaker and an enlarged prostate gland, and his guts haven't been great in two decades. They took him into Heartlands overnight (I kept out of the way, but heard the paramedics talking about a muntjac they'd seen in the headlights at the top of the lane). He was back by ten am. Nobody had slept well that night, but he was so dazed he thought it was still Saturday. They think it might be problems with his gall bladder. It's not the first time we've had to call 999 in the night for him - but the first time in quite a while. My relationship with him (and my mother, if we're being honest) can be complicated; he's usually a sarcastic codger and it often winds me up. There's a very good reason I'll never have the gender conversation with my parents, and why being here this long has not done my mental health much good. I'd still rather have that gruff bastard than the frail old man we got back yesterday.
Don't mind me if I write about more frivolous things. My nerves are still ragged.
Just up the road from here is a curious old semi-detached house. One half of it's done up as a mock-castle, complete with a stubby crenellated "tower" and fake window slits. I hated it as a kid but fond of it now. The other half's more trad late Victorian/Edwardian* redbrick shaded by two fine old birches, and more and more I've wondered what it would be like to live in. It has finials too: abstract flower or pineapple forms. The other morning I looked up and could have sworn one had taken the form of Pan sitting on the roof and playing the syrinx. I've walked past since and can still see the satyr from the corner of my eye. These sensory tricks are getting more common lately. A recent wet night I was walking back from the postbox. I expect to hear rain burbling in the street drains, but not an animal mewl with it. It could have been a rat, or someone's nearby pet and a quirk of acoustics, but it sounded more like a child. I didn't think of IT so much as Morlocks.
There are more black-headed gulls inland than I've seen in a good while. They make suspect line-ups on the telephone wires. I heard there was a cormorant in a Birmingham suburb a few days ago and would dearly like to see it. What does it know that we don't? Perhaps it's waiting for a new coastline.
My dad was sick through Saturday evening, so we had to call an ambulance after midnight. He had an operation for an aneurysm seventeen years ago, has a pacemaker and an enlarged prostate gland, and his guts haven't been great in two decades. They took him into Heartlands overnight (I kept out of the way, but heard the paramedics talking about a muntjac they'd seen in the headlights at the top of the lane). He was back by ten am. Nobody had slept well that night, but he was so dazed he thought it was still Saturday. They think it might be problems with his gall bladder. It's not the first time we've had to call 999 in the night for him - but the first time in quite a while. My relationship with him (and my mother, if we're being honest) can be complicated; he's usually a sarcastic codger and it often winds me up. There's a very good reason I'll never have the gender conversation with my parents, and why being here this long has not done my mental health much good. I'd still rather have that gruff bastard than the frail old man we got back yesterday.
Don't mind me if I write about more frivolous things. My nerves are still ragged.
Just up the road from here is a curious old semi-detached house. One half of it's done up as a mock-castle, complete with a stubby crenellated "tower" and fake window slits. I hated it as a kid but fond of it now. The other half's more trad late Victorian/Edwardian* redbrick shaded by two fine old birches, and more and more I've wondered what it would be like to live in. It has finials too: abstract flower or pineapple forms. The other morning I looked up and could have sworn one had taken the form of Pan sitting on the roof and playing the syrinx. I've walked past since and can still see the satyr from the corner of my eye. These sensory tricks are getting more common lately. A recent wet night I was walking back from the postbox. I expect to hear rain burbling in the street drains, but not an animal mewl with it. It could have been a rat, or someone's nearby pet and a quirk of acoustics, but it sounded more like a child. I didn't think of IT so much as Morlocks.
There are more black-headed gulls inland than I've seen in a good while. They make suspect line-ups on the telephone wires. I heard there was a cormorant in a Birmingham suburb a few days ago and would dearly like to see it. What does it know that we don't? Perhaps it's waiting for a new coastline.
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Date: 2020-12-07 07:20 pm (UTC)It could have worked out worse- an aunt took me in and I eventually fetched up working in Belgium before getting into uni.
It also pushed me into early transition which is something I have never regretted.
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Date: 2020-12-08 12:13 pm (UTC)