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All packed, leaving soon
Dec. 8th, 2010 06:35 amThe packing part was a bit iffy, since I managed to get in a bit of shopping.
I searched Zara's website but didn't find the absolutely adorable dress I bought. I also got a very pretty, dark grey top -- silk muslin with irregular horizontal pleats. Also, a detention-please-professor skirt (grey-white-red kilt-type fabric but not pleated), which is rather short, but now I have the legs to wear it. And lots and lots of warm sportswear, bought at H&M. No boots, but I think I'll find them in Skopje.
Workout yesterday morning (rather tough and sweaty but satisfying), then Klaus -- one of the many, many good things about Klaus is that he is always, always honest. Of course we talked about Mr H, and he encouraged me to make a move. Well, he knows that I can deal with a no.
The time I spent with my mother was nice but uneventful. She's basically well, or as well as can be expected under the circumstances. Health problem no.1 right now is her spine, or rather the spine problems brought about by her belly -- after the two operations she had in 2008, one of the seams (do you use the term also in a surgical context? Not quite sure now...) opened, which means that there is a relatively big hole in her abdomen covered only by skin and a bit of subcutaneous tissue, i.e. 1) the intestine is basically unprotected, and 2) it pulls forward and thus affects the spine.
Some doctors say that surgery is useless, because even if they put in -- in layman's terms -- some kind of net to close the hole, the seams connecting muscle and net would probably not hold. So now she'll consult the doctor who did the two operations and see what he's got to say.
Needless to mention that she ought to wear a corset at all times but doesn't.
Also needless to mention that the smallest of car accidents (yes, my father still drives at age 85...) could have disastrous results, i.e. spilling her guts all over the place.
It worries me, but there's nothing I can do except be supportive. The fact that I can't really get through to her has ceased to bother me some time ago -- I have accepted that, in order to be able to live the life she lives, she has to create a reality of her own. It's sad, but it's also a fact I have to live with.
Nothing else to report for now. I'll take the bus at 8, so I'll have enough time to go to the duty free shop -- I owe Stefan a bottle of whisky, and I need to stock up on perfume. Hopefully there won't be any delays. And then I'll be back home. The mere thought makes me smile happily.
I searched Zara's website but didn't find the absolutely adorable dress I bought. I also got a very pretty, dark grey top -- silk muslin with irregular horizontal pleats. Also, a detention-please-professor skirt (grey-white-red kilt-type fabric but not pleated), which is rather short, but now I have the legs to wear it. And lots and lots of warm sportswear, bought at H&M. No boots, but I think I'll find them in Skopje.
Workout yesterday morning (rather tough and sweaty but satisfying), then Klaus -- one of the many, many good things about Klaus is that he is always, always honest. Of course we talked about Mr H, and he encouraged me to make a move. Well, he knows that I can deal with a no.
The time I spent with my mother was nice but uneventful. She's basically well, or as well as can be expected under the circumstances. Health problem no.1 right now is her spine, or rather the spine problems brought about by her belly -- after the two operations she had in 2008, one of the seams (do you use the term also in a surgical context? Not quite sure now...) opened, which means that there is a relatively big hole in her abdomen covered only by skin and a bit of subcutaneous tissue, i.e. 1) the intestine is basically unprotected, and 2) it pulls forward and thus affects the spine.
Some doctors say that surgery is useless, because even if they put in -- in layman's terms -- some kind of net to close the hole, the seams connecting muscle and net would probably not hold. So now she'll consult the doctor who did the two operations and see what he's got to say.
Needless to mention that she ought to wear a corset at all times but doesn't.
Also needless to mention that the smallest of car accidents (yes, my father still drives at age 85...) could have disastrous results, i.e. spilling her guts all over the place.
It worries me, but there's nothing I can do except be supportive. The fact that I can't really get through to her has ceased to bother me some time ago -- I have accepted that, in order to be able to live the life she lives, she has to create a reality of her own. It's sad, but it's also a fact I have to live with.
Nothing else to report for now. I'll take the bus at 8, so I'll have enough time to go to the duty free shop -- I owe Stefan a bottle of whisky, and I need to stock up on perfume. Hopefully there won't be any delays. And then I'll be back home. The mere thought makes me smile happily.
