In a week’s time I will have finished work (how on earth I am going to actually complete everything necessary by then is anyone’s guess) and we will hopefully be out with the family celebrating hubby’s imminent 50th.
He has made a big deal about this birthday. I am not entirely sure why he is so obsessed with celebrating his 50th in such style, but he is. So next Friday we will be out with 14 others enjoying (I hope) a pleasant Indian meal and just 2 days later we will leave these shores (and teenage son, now 17 and a half) and head off to the USA. Over the last few months I have learned stuff I hadn’t appreciated about the man I married 24 years ago. Mainly that is about the fact that if he could he would pre-arrange every last minute of a holiday like this. Thankfully, he has relied on me for the arrangements and while I am happy to prebook certain Las Vegas events I am certainly not prebooking and arranging the whole trip.
Sadly, it is looking like our holiday companions, my parents will not be joining us. My mum has, it appears had another stroke this week. She is currently in hospital (a saga that gives no credit to the NHS and which I will talk about in my next post) and personally unless she wishes to try out her holiday insurance in the USA I would prefer she didn’t travel. For them though this was a once in a lifetime opportunity to see San Francisco and to experience Vegas. Sadly it seems like it is not to be.
So my excitement at the prospect of our trip is tempered by the reality of the situation my mum is in. She has struggled with the lifestyle changes she needs to make, though at last she now realises that she must give up smoking. While she has no pronounced weakness she doesn have a pronounced facial palsy and some worrying symptoms such as struggling to write her own name and to think of things she feels ought to spring readily to her mind.
