Mind I said this year was going to suck....?

First of all, HAPPY NEW YEAR! Now that's the pleasantries aside let me begin with the distaster that is 2009.

31/12/2008 - Get phone call to say wee sis has been admitted to hospital via A&E, where she is sent for a CT scan and a lumbar puncture, I'm thinking meningitis, but not panicking. Mum is in a state, roarin' and greetin', about her "wean" and various other forms of "waily waily". Get up to A&E, wee sis has been admitted to ward, in a single room. Now in hospital terms you usually get a single room if you are contagious, immunosuppressed or theres a real bed shortage. I say none of this to mum, as she's already stratospheric with worry. The frantic type of worry that sends her to Primark for a new housecoat and jammies, leaving her bursting out crying in the queue like a nutter. I try to look on the bright side that if it was that bad hospital would have phoned. Mum then starts telling me that wee sis "brain is leaking fluid", "hmmmm" says I, unconvinced, given mum gets things mixed up and wee sis is a hypochondriac drama queen.

Wee sis discharged the same day(!), taps me for money (which is another story) and fucks off home. Mums still all worried.

01/01/2009 - uneventful. Discover mum has left her mobile phone in my house.

02/01/2009 - Trail my ass up to Hamilton to give her mobile, having to sit next to a wee man who smelt like vomit. Mum wants to go to shops. I was not aware this was part of the plan, I have to get organised for placement return on Monday. Mum assures me is not planned. Mum phones wee bro for a lift from shops, wee bro goes MENTAL as the PLAN was to phone him when I arrived in Hamilton. So there was a plan. Wee bro comes to pick us up as mum phones him about 4 TIMES from shop, I say we'll get a taxi, as for the sake of £4 I'd rather not have a family fued kicking off. "No No NO NO, HE'LL pick us up". Wee bro does pick us up and goes MENTAL again, cue his screaming with rage at my mum the entire way home. I decide now is not a good time to ask him for a run to the bus station so say nothing and get dropped off at mums, play mediator and fuck off home. THEN I get a phone call from mum, crying about how she loves me, and she's sorry. Then I get a phone call from bro saying mums pissed (so much for being off the booze) and that she's locked herself in her room with the cry of "I'm sorry but I'll no be sorry for long", mum phones me again crying and pissed, wee bro phones me again still going mental.

Wonderful. Happy New Year. Seems the status quo has been returned and the relatively calm year that was 2008 -family mental health wise - has fucked off never to return.

Add to that my new doctors refusing to renew my Metformin script, wee sis is up to her old tricks again I think, works sucking, and I still have to try and get my uni end of year assessment and oral exams sorted, you begin to see why 2 days into the year I'm wishing I could run away.