Monday 27th March 2023

Pay day.

I don't mention Jools's sister much, this is because its Jools's family, not mine. But there has been a whole load of shit going on over the last few years.

About a decade ago she had cancer, was caught just in time, she recovered and promised to change.

She didn't.

She lives her life on how she wants to, so that she doesn't scialise with the Jools or Mike, meaning we can go 12 months without seeing her.

But she has been not getting better, getting worse, for some time.

Like with my Mother, we cannot beg, demand, ask, people to change. They have to want to. Her situation is so like MUm's, its pretty scary, only she is two decades younger.

Before Christmas, things came to a head with her and her flatmate, but then they denided any issues, so we took a step back.

First thing Monday morning before Jools left for work, there was a call from Mike; their sister had fallen getting out of bed, and had been stuck beside the bed for close to 18 hours. She was waiting for an ambulamce.

Nothing we could do, so Jools went to work. On the way we were told the ambulance had arrived and she was on the way to Ashford hospital.

Monday.

And I was washed out.

Clambering up and down the bank on Saturday: mainly up the embankment if truth me known, had taken its toll on my hips, legs and lower body. On top of that, my left wrist was sprained, and my legs, arms and left side of my face covered with scratches.

Apart from that, I was fine.

And there was work.

Jools decided to lay in, which meant getting up at half six, and I was late logging on for work by ten minutes.

Jools went to bed via Tesco, and peace and quiet settled on the house.

And despite it being the nicest day of the week, I really did not feel up to going for a walk, doubly so as there had been heavy rain over the weekend, meaning the paths and tracks would be muddier than last week.

Once back home, Jools tried to call the hospital to find out about her sister: she couldn't get throug to the main reception, and A&E, the phone rang and rang. In the end, she just went over.

Her sister was stuck on a trolley in a corridor, unable to move, and not having passed water for two day. She is also mostly deaf, and the nurses couldn't make themselves understood. She needed to pass water so they could run tests.

Jools at least was able to relay inomation between her sister and the nurses, a catheter was inserted and so they had something to test.

But that is it.

When Jools left at ten, her sister was still on the trolley in the corridor, unable to drink without help.

But nothing more could be done. So, Jools came home, not getting back until 11.

I sat up, waiting, watching history shows on YouTube.