when mum wears clothes that fit her, rather than pyjamas, her shoulder blades stick right out, almost like she's trying to grow a pair of wings.
and that puts it poetically. it's actually slightly horrific.
i swear people in the street must think she is a recovering anorexic or something.
its not so bad, i think she's fairly happy.
but its the beeping machines, and the times when we have four nurses in the house at one time that get me. it makes me wonder how possible it is that family life will ever be the same again.
sympathy can be smothering sometimes, once or twice i even thought my amazing results were pity grades...
but giving a shit is different.
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