The 14th of March.
Today has been a day off extremes. This morning was Saturday Kitchen and a blog post, but no Guardian as Daddy had taken the Galaxy to get a new tyre, so Mommy hadn’t gone shopping. Thankfully, he was back by half past eleven which was when we wanted to go out to brumyumyum at King’s Heath for tasty streetfood! I had a Chorizcow burger from The Flying Cows and Mommy had a toastie from TSK Brunch. After getting grease all over my face and fingers, and being grateful for the wipes in my bag, we went to Bake to buy masses of cakes from the two lovely baking fellows. A red velvet bundt, a raspberry cheesecake pie, a double down brownie and a black and white cookie sandwich. I ate half of the cookie sandwich on the way home, but then I was stuffed.
After indulging in all that, I really felt I ought to go to the gym, so I did my two o’clock aciclovir and mouthwash, then Mommy took me there. I worked out for about two hours, although it was freezing – I couldn’t seem to escape the air conditioning. Since returning home, I’m not sure I can manage any tea, and I’m still trying to warm up. My arms are squidgy again. I’m so glad the line is coming out on Monday. Then some of my problems will abate for a while, at least.
The 15th of March.
Today has been Mother’s Day, so I thought I’d take the opportunity to tell you about mine. Not much has happened today anyway, besides Grandma coming over for lunch.
Anyone that knows her, knows just how spectacular she is. Before I became ill, she was the Hospitality and Events manager at the Birmingham Hippodrome, and continued in that position until my liver transplant, because by then she was with me full-time and work wasn’t possible. But for as long as she could be, she was with me before and after work, whenever I needed her.
Besides me, she also had my sister to support through leaving home, and her own mother who has Parkinson’s and add my health improved, hers declined. In 2013, there was a period during which my Grandma and I were in different hospitals, and all Mommy did was shuttle between the two of us and home.
When I am at my worst she is there. She will stay up with me all night while I rock back and forth in pain, get my food and drink, take me anywhere, hold me as long as I need. She is literally everything to me – without her I would be completely lost. She must be exhausted and angry and sad so much of the time yet she never complains or snaps. She is strong, funny, kind, selfless and the only person I could wish to be my mother. I don’t know anyone who comes close to her. And she gives me a daughter’s day card. I cannot believe just how lucky I am.