My brother began Uni on Monday and now I have to hold fort at gran’s overnight from Sundays to Thursdays and I am coping much better. My time management is much better, plus I’m not spending as much shit as I used to as I have disciplined myself to pass the time with my MacBook Pro and Android phone using my brother’s WiFi.
Sleeping during the day and operating at night is better for me as I am not tempted to drive to a 24-Hour shop in order to buy stuff.
On Sunday night I saw the Beatles movie, but didn’t stay to watch the Hollywood Bowl gig that came after the movie because I really had to get back to my place and sleep.
Life is much better now as I am appreciating the effort I made to better my life, as well as my brother’s. Good job, Des! 🙂
Gran is now at home and we have arranged an agreement which works out both better and cheaper than taking her to a care home. 🙂 I have to hold fort from 6 pm to 10 pm every evening, except Wednesday, including weekends. A few evenings I’ve been stressed out, but now I run my domestic errands during the afternoon to prevent burn out.
My voluntary job is going well, they’re mighty impressed at my work rate and how quickly I’ve been up to speed. Today I applied for a local Admin/Receptionist role, but feel that the issue around our Housing Benefit agreement at my place has caught me between a rock and a hard place. The Government here are pure catchpennies.
I try to make my presence known to the world and feel I’ve learned so much from it. More often than not, whenever I go for a walk I pick up the litter on the pavements and put them in my own bin bag. It’s an example of vigilante action reducing dependency on the state. I feel that the slothful are cannon fodder. They may complain about the state banning smoking in public buildings or public drinking of alcohol, but when the chips are down they expect someone else to sort out their rubbish; usually the state.
Back to School tomorrow for a lot of kids. My cousin’s eldest son’s first day in Primary School is tomorrow. Lord only knows what he’s letting himself into. Most kids here are raised in bars and learn all the smut of the day; even a song on 4Music today at 2 pm at the Kurdish Barber I attended today was called ‘Sex’ and had a Sex Ed Teacher enticing teenage boys; if it had been a man my age enticing teenage girls there would be a public outcry.
I’m currently holding fort at gran’s as my brother has to get up in a few hours time for work; I’ve been up all night like a martyr but am gonna get some money from my brother in the end. 🙂 I have been kept occupied by emailing friends and typing up sonnets I had written over the past month or so, plus an attempt at a song I also wrote. So I can have a bona fide type up of my work. Remember the difference between, “Let’s eat, grandma!” and “Let’s eat grandma!” Correct grammar saves lives, even though I’m the King of typos. :p
No nausea this time, last week I purged due to feeling queasy, but this time I brought ginger mints and a newspaper to sit on to avoid nausea. Just another few hours to go. *Impatient*
On Thursday Gran got home from hospital, but she fell yesterday; my brother informed me through WhatsApp. But she wasn’t hurt, thank God, but is awful frail. I went to see her today and she needed to go to the commode and then the cleaner arrived for her mid-afternoon appointment.
I have no money for tomorrow. Can’t withdraw any money until Monday. But I have enough food to do me.
My first day of a voluntary placement was yesterday. I was shown the ropes, but it was pretty chaotic. I’m subject to the Data Protection Act; my lips are sealed. 🙂
Living within my means is still an alien concept for me. But, low and behold, I’ll survive.
I had a normal night’s sleep last night, after being sick as a dog all afternoon and evening yesterday, and I bought food to do me for a while. But visiting gran was a thankless task as she cut the face of me not not bringing her biscuits; God love her. The nurses said she won’t be able to go home until she can get up at night and go to the toilet by herself. Again, it’s all up to the man in the sky.
I’m glad that Iceland managed to get a draw against Portugal. Stick it up to the Man. 🙂
Now I am winding down for tonight. Grateful that yesterday I obtained the IBAN number for my Nationwide account in Ballymena and then close my Co-Operative Bank account; paying off the overdraft. But the sickness was a physical act of resistance towards positive action. But I braved the worst of it. 🙂
Yesterday I was sick when driving and was so desperate to get my laundry done that I forgot to take my smartphone out. (d’oh) However, god willing, the account that gran has in Monaghan will soon be closed as she now has a PPS number and my brother will send it to our solicitor in Cookstown. Hopefully I can sort out a new smartphone and clear off my debts. 🙂
Gran was mad looking home yesterday, but the doctor says she may need to spend a few more days in hospital. Tomorrow I’ll be heading to Rathlin Island for a trip with my posse. Without a smartphone I am kinda tied up with progress on gran. God willing, it will be sorted out.
Still have a sore throat. Back on the Co-Codamol. :S
Yesterday my gran, who’s now 91, fell and hit her head and is now at Craigavon Area Hospital. Today I saw her, after deciding just to drive to Antrim then take the train to Portadown and get a taxi to the hospital, and she is really beginning to dote. She thought she was still at home and was on about her handbag and staff. The nurses said gran’s Niece will bring them over. In the end I decided to head back and, luckily, I was got the Dublin to Belfast train at Portadown and got the 7:20 train to Derry at Belfast Central, getting off at Antrim.
Big weekend ahead. FA Cup final tomorrow then Derry V Tyrone in the Ulster Championship on Sunday. I hope that this will take my mind off the woes about gran and my financial issues.
My Asperger’s tendency to stare placed me in an awkward moment on the trains, I tend to get worked up over others’ views of me. But, God willing, I managed to avoid making an Arse of myself in public. 🙂
Today I didn’t visit gran, but sent a WhatsApp message to her cleaner who said she is awful tired. God love gran, she’s 91 now and age has finally caught up with her.
Today I bought groceries at Lidl, a day after lending £15 to my brother; he promises to pay me back on Friday. These past few days have been male equivalents of a bad hair day.
Finally bought Bowie’s last album on iTunes; didn’t wanna buy it too soon after his death due to possible accusations of being a johnny-come-lately. After buying Radiohead’s new album last Monday, I feel that I am compensating for my lack of avant garde taste when I was in School; when I was a puerile fan of U2 and Oasis. 🙂
Went for a meal out today. Had a pork pie, gluten free crisps and a cup of tea. Champion! 🙂
This coming Tuesday I will find out about a voluntary placement and agree working time and conditions. However, I hope to sort out my gran’s money and get a power of attorney regards her money. Advocating for what I want and need is paramount for me.
Watching the whole financial debacle about Northern Ireland being so dependent on European Funding underlines exactly how important it is to be healthy around money. Our Assembly spends money for vanity rather than serving the people, but we’re too fearful of ‘themuns’ to change our habitual ways. A retired Teacher, who is married to a Second Cousin of my Dad, mentioned a term common in County Armagh about ‘Taking the Soup’ in relation to Catholics becoming Protestants; after the Churches would only allow Catholics Soup if they switch Church. I guess the people across Ireland and the UK are governed by irrational fear.
I heard from someone saying that, when they get rid of clutter, money arrives at just the right time. She calls it ‘Making room for money.’ Now I hope that getting rid of my backlog of newspapers I bought recently will hopefully provide me with another windfall. There is a bank account that my gran has dormant in Monaghan, Irish Not-So-Free-State, that we’re trying to get released. Hopefully it will sort itself out in good time.
My right palm is no longer itchy, though. A Skype buddy of mine from Toronto says that if my right palm is itchy I’ll receive money but if my left palm is itchy I’ll have to spend money. Sorting out the issue with the car tax is my next port of call; posted a letter to them today after printing out my old tax agreement and the new one I had to do last Friday. Reinstalling the driver on my Kyocera Printer as part of it. Technology, eh! 😐
Now I’m having some time to myself. I realise that some people will ALWAYS have issues with certain things. Practicing tolerance is key.