Said goodbye to the kittens this morning. I transported them in a crate and hand it over to the vet nurse out there and she took them out the back and came back out with an empty crate. Sad. They will be fine though. They are in good hands and they will be quickly ready for adoption to their forever homes.
I stopped off at savers on my way home. A big thrift store. It’s always nice to wander around there on my own, no one to nag that I’ve been there long enough. I got some books, a vase to put my Lego tulips in that I built yesterday and a cool vintage looking bag. I’m gonna fill it with craft supplies for hospital.
then my old SW came to visit- cause my SW isn’t in today. I didn’t asked, but I’m guessing my SW got bad news about her sister who had a stroke on Monday. They were to reduce the sedation yesterday to see if she awakes from the coma. My old SW did bring someone else with her, which was a bit annoying, but it was nice to see her. I was able to show her my arts and craft area and we chatted a bit. She asked all the old questions that she use to ask me. I’m really glad that she is back, and she said that she is more available now that she is team leader for just the one office.
mum is back tomorrow. Not sure what time yet, but I’m guessing late afternoon. It comes with mixed feelings. I guess a sigh of relief. I can collapse in a heap if necessary. Even though I’m not planning my hospital admission until the week of the 13th April, if absolute necessary I can go in at any time. Before she left it felt like such a long way away, and it still does feel a long way away… so close but so far…. when I am feeling like this all the time. Desperately hanging by a thread. I hope mum is still ok with me going in….. I was thinking that… with the bad news about my brother, I feel bad. Guilty. I should just get over it all, why can’t it be that easy???????