Today I have been writing my Mother's Day cards. Yes, note the plural. The reason why I am writing this blog now rather then waiting for the actual day is for several significant reasons. One, I'm working all day and all night Sunday, two, my mother does not read this blog, and pretty sure she doesn't even know it exists anyway, so she won't be spoiled.
So writing the cards today made me sad. This is because the second Mother's Day card was not for my mother, but for my Nanna. My mum's mum. She passed away over a year ago now. I can't believe it's been that long. There isn't a day nor hour that goes by when I don't think about her. She deserves a Mother's Day card for the rest of the years I am alive and able to accomplish. Perhaps even when I have kids I will make them carry on my new tradition.
Anyway, I wrote a draft of what to write in her card, and those close to me, or just family may only read this with the emotion I was supposed to convey.
"Even though you are no longer with us,
My thoughts of you are with me everyday.
Despite not being able to have hugs and kisses with you any more,
I know you are alive in me and the rest of the family.
And therefore, I thank you
For blessing us with that honour.
My love, hugs, kisses and thoughts with you particularly on this day.
Thank you for being one of the most important people in my life.
To a Special Nanna, forever in my heart."
Lots of Love, Zoe
xxxx
So I've sent that off with my regular Mother's day card for my actual mum. Hopefully both my mum should get her's in the post tomorrow, and my Poppa get Nanna's in the post tomorrow too. Both envelopes say to save it for Sunday. I hope they do.
I've had another strange surge of energy at stupid o'clock again. Which is bad, because I have work in the morning, and working all day, and supposed to be partying all night, and then I'll be working all day and night Sunday. Then it's back to Monday with meetings and lectures. Not good. But I guess I'll survive.
Anyway, on other news, last night I went out, as mentioned in my previous blog, for law society elections. Emily won! YAY! And we all went and let our hair down in "the Cell", where it was a good night of drinking and dancing. Everyone pretty much got drunk apart from me, and I felt a little meh, but never mind, I was enjoying myself overall.
Until I got head butted.
It was an accident of course.
But it f***ing hurt! Annoying, my nose didn't bleed, nor did it break, bruise, swell, cause concision, or anything! Except hurt! Alot! See, the pain would have been WORTH it if there was substantial evidence that I had been nutted. I was concerned, however, over the pain, and I certainly could not continue my night out, so I headed home. And what should I find outside the night club as I leave? An ambulance! Sure, they were attending to someone else, but there was a paramedic to spare, and a couple of policemen. Nice, concerning policemen. So I walk over to them, and ask if they would take a look at my nose, as I accident got head butted.
So the nice policeman ushered over the spare paramedic who lead me into the ambulance to take a look. After testing for where all the pain was, and judging if it was broken or not, asking me questions like "are you dizzy?" "was there bleeding?" "do you feel nauseous?" "does your eye hurt too?" etc, he came to the conclusion that my nose was fine, and was obviously just feeling the after effect of being nutted. So he sent me on my merry way, despite being concerned I was walking home along (I only live five minutes away from the night club). He thought someone would need to watch me in case I did get dizzy and slip into unconsciousness. I was tired anyway, so whether I fell asleep due to being head butted, or just general tiredness, it was a win win in my eyes. I only felt the need to get it checked out right there and then because I had work the next day in the evening.
So I got advised if I did feel dizzy or nauseous, or if the pain got worse, or it was evident I clearly wasn't alright, or I started to bleed a lot, then to call an ambulance.
None of these things happened, which I was disappointed about, because, as I said before, it would have been worth the pain then.
While getting stamps at the post office today, I decided to pick up a passport form, because I am going to Spain in the summer for Benicassim 2010 festival. So excited. However, my passport is out of date by three years, so need a new one for July... and I dread getting my photo sorted. I hate that you now have to tuck your hair behind your ears so you show your ears. I mean, really. What's the point? I don't get it. It's a stupid rule, and it's going to make my face look stupid, my hair look stupid and me overall, stupid! Grrr. Hair is at too awkward length to make it look like a decent photo.
But I suppose everyone hates their passport photo, or am I wrong there?
Anyway, it's going to take some planning, a good hair and make-up day and good luck to try and get a descent passport photo. Finger crossed. *sigh*
Over & Out.
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