Wednesday, July 13, 2005
What if
Girlie friend No. 2 was the one who was jumping around with the excitement of arranging a dinner disco for the gang of us, amongst other patrons, at a hotel that has different theme nights. She even arranged several taxis to transport us there.
The day before the show night She had a black out in the school were she worked. She fell to the floor breaking three ribs as a result. When I went down to hers in the evening with some flowers She looked very bad. It seemed that the pain killers the A & E had given were causing the side effects and were not reducing the pain at all.
After arranging for my dog, her dog and the cat and my sickie I drove her to the Casualty department of our hospital. After hours of wait and subsequent x-rays etc.I managed to return home in the early hours of the morning. They kept her in till lunch time.
In the mean time the Sickie woke up in the middle of the night, had forgotten I was at the hospital and frantically kept ringing my mobile. As I came out of hospital and turned the phone on I had 24 missed calls and he had phoned the police that I must have been kidnapped. (Friends later on tried to convince him that there was never a worry of that happening Since there is a doubtless possibility that the kidnappers will bring me back even if they have to pay on the top!)
At the hotel that night the starter was served. Guess what it was. Spare ribs! We managed to have a good time despite her numerous phone calls to tell us to have a good time. After the midnight some of the others trotted off to Manchester. I had to decline their offer of taking me straight to work the next morning and go home.
GF 2's incident made me think of the future. The bombing in London added concerns to the thoughts. If something happened to me there would be a chaos here. No one knows anything. The Sickie, the house, the dog, the businesses, everything will collapse in a heap. The Sickie can't even do the alarms or find the keys to let the staff in. I must get rid of the businesses and find a little bungalow where he can live without the hassle of living in the apartment on top of office. No business = no stress....Right?
Am I getting too old for thinking like this? I never used to have "what ifs" and "just in case"...thoughts before!
The day before the show night She had a black out in the school were she worked. She fell to the floor breaking three ribs as a result. When I went down to hers in the evening with some flowers She looked very bad. It seemed that the pain killers the A & E had given were causing the side effects and were not reducing the pain at all.
After arranging for my dog, her dog and the cat and my sickie I drove her to the Casualty department of our hospital. After hours of wait and subsequent x-rays etc.I managed to return home in the early hours of the morning. They kept her in till lunch time.
In the mean time the Sickie woke up in the middle of the night, had forgotten I was at the hospital and frantically kept ringing my mobile. As I came out of hospital and turned the phone on I had 24 missed calls and he had phoned the police that I must have been kidnapped. (Friends later on tried to convince him that there was never a worry of that happening Since there is a doubtless possibility that the kidnappers will bring me back even if they have to pay on the top!)
At the hotel that night the starter was served. Guess what it was. Spare ribs! We managed to have a good time despite her numerous phone calls to tell us to have a good time. After the midnight some of the others trotted off to Manchester. I had to decline their offer of taking me straight to work the next morning and go home.
GF 2's incident made me think of the future. The bombing in London added concerns to the thoughts. If something happened to me there would be a chaos here. No one knows anything. The Sickie, the house, the dog, the businesses, everything will collapse in a heap. The Sickie can't even do the alarms or find the keys to let the staff in. I must get rid of the businesses and find a little bungalow where he can live without the hassle of living in the apartment on top of office. No business = no stress....Right?
Am I getting too old for thinking like this? I never used to have "what ifs" and "just in case"...thoughts before!
# posted by butterflyuk : 7/13/2005 12:33:00 pm
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It depends on what type of what-ifs they are; I think the type you've mentioned are the good ones.
The bad ones are those which wallow on regrets.
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The bad ones are those which wallow on regrets.
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