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April 2010

and we'll never forget you

Gone_s

Oh, even this ending seems sad to me. It has to be some time, I suppose.
We are going to Kerry for a few days and I'll be back, Terminator-like, after that.
Thank you all for your excellent company this month.
xx

though some things are clear, like snapshots, in my mind

Hand_s
Like my consultant, who came to sit on my side of the table, after the bad scan, and offered me his hand to grasp. So kind, he was, in his well-cut blue suit.

And the theatre nurse who, well-meaningly, no doubt, said she hoped to see me back there again [eye-roll]... for a "happy event" [re-eye-roll].


the hospital seems so distant

Hospital_s
I drew this dismal view during the long wait for a bed on that day. We sat for hours in an isolation room beside the maternity ward, with rerun after rerun of Fraser on the television.

Things are apparently normal

Seedlings_s
(Look! Just when I was giving up hope, two seedlings have appeared.)

I can't believe it's the 22nd already. Things are seemingly fairly upbeat and normal, (I really enjoyed meeting Valery) but I don't want to forget what has happened. I want to find the right place for this loss in my memory. I have another week of April dedicated to looking at it, (not that I expect that to be the end of it), and I need to. I need to look more closely.

More on this later.

[In the meantime, a domestic scene:
This morning, early. There is undercover kicking as if someone is having a football dream.

Me, whining: [insert really embarrassing nickname], stop! I'm tiiiiiiiiired.

JB: But you've been asleep for hours. Why are you so tired?
[Further proof of Martianhood, if any were needed].

Me, patiently, as to 5 year old: Well, I'm unfit after months and months of inactivity, and now I'm busy again (I took the bike in to town the other day, puffing Quite a Bit), which is tiring, see?

JB: Ah, what you need, [insert really embarrassing nickname], is a montage sequence! [singing] Getting stronger!
Getting stronger now! Da dada da! I'll be Adrienne!

I reach for my glue gun.]