Sheesh the blogs I have been doing have been so heavy,time to lighten up.
I have been thinking of the things that make me smile and the things that make me laugh. I have a witch that sits in front and to the right of my screen,and it has just reminded me of the time that my older brother P first called me a witch! He used to work on a farm,it wasn`t far from us being lucky enough to live at the bottom of fields with a wood and the farm was just behind the woods ( Its a housing estate now,the farm,not the woods)The farmer decided one day when P had done extra for him to pay him for this extra with chickens.Which was nice except they were live chickens.Two of them for dinner,bearing in mind P was 10,which made me 8.
P decided after being told the tale of 'The Rabbit' that it was safer if mother didn`t kill,pluck and otherwise dress said chickens and we would do it,he and I.
Hahahaha,right!!
So off we goes into the cellar with two chickens an axe and a dirty great big rock to act as a chopping block!!It took a while to catch the first of said chickens and place it in the position of having its head chopped off ( I apologise to vegetarians for this,but,such is life) P wanted me to hold it in place while he raised the axe and 'did the job' yeah,ok,one thing I wasn`t was stupid like I was going to put my hands/arms anywhere near where that axe was going,I still bear the scars from the 'Red hot poker' incident.
So after much to do and chicken escaping ( well would you lay there quietly while someone chopped your head off??!!)He finally with one massive swing did the deed,a nice clean,cut,except we suddenly had a headless chicken running round the cellar spouting blood everywhere,do something,he shouted at me.So I calmly turned to the chicken and said "lie down and die you stupid bird" at which it promptly fell to the ground and didn`t move.P stood staring at the now very still chicken,then at me,then at the chicken,then at the cellar which was covered in blood,he was covered in blood,I had not a drop on me,and then he said in a whisper" Oh my God your a witch" I didn`t tell him,he being the older,that the chicken had dropped because it had finally realised it was dead and probably run out of blood,I didn`t tell him,that being the person I was I couldn`t stand to see him cut its head off so had hid at that moment which is why I had no blood on me,I was out of the way.I had some peaceful weeks him being still too scared to openly attack me or bully me because he thought I would command him to " lie down and die" as I had done with the chicken.
It didn`t last,but it was nice for a while

I dont normally get angry,to me anger is a useless emotion right up there with hate.It solves nothing,it cures no ills and usually just makes a situation worse.I get annoyed sometimes,mildly irratated,but usually apply calm logic and common sense and that way find the answer to whatever it is that has irritated me.
But,I am angry!!and the more I think about it the angrier I am getting.I know I shouldn`t,I know I should be reasonable,But,I cannot think of one reasonable explanation for what has happened apart from the stupid I dont care attitude of a so called proffesional!!
I will enlighten,I wasn`t going to write about this because the person is my best friend,she is the one person that is the closest to me that any person has ever been,she is the sweetest,nicest,person I have ever met and we have been friends for a very long time.She has stood by me through my bad times and I have been there for hers.Weeks can pass without contact but,when we speak it is like yesterday that we last spoke.We live our lives but know always that the other is there at the end of the phone.
She is with a lovely man who worships the ground she walks on and she has four lovely children,the youngest two to the man she is now with.
And that brings me to why I am angry,her third child was born with many problems,he is gorgeous this little man and I love him dearly,I was honoured to be chosen to be his Godmother.In amongst kidney problems and many other things he has suffered it was discovered through the continual observation and questioning of his mother that when he was born he had suffered a stroke! This meant that the left side of his body didn`t function as it should,he could not use his left arm,indeed found it difficult to raise it his left leg was the same.Through many visits to hospitals and specalists it was decided that as a baby he could be 'taught' to use his left side much the same as teaching him to read and write. So began Physiotherapy,any adult that has undergone this procedure knows how arduous it is,but the little man was coming along,his mother dilligently did his Physio every day,helping him to start the slow process of being able to hold things and eventually to walk.He was given a walking frame but still continued to drag the foot.So they decided that to help him combat this they would pot the foot.
His first pot was fine,blue in colour and he was proudly showing it off to anyone that happened to stop and look.Then he had to go for it to be changed,apparently it was a farce from start to end,in the room to have his foot done,my friend is slightly annoyed that the gentleman( and I use the term very loosely) who was supposed to be doing the foot seemed more concerned with the conversation going on between another patient and a doctor,so much so that having put the bandage on my friend remarked that she could only see four toes,he brushed it of saying it would be fine,she insisted that the little toe was not showing,he brushed her off by saying it would be fine.
The first full day he seemed ok,the second day he was limping and obviously in pain the third day he was back at the hospital having it removed,not only had it crushed his little toe,it had caused an infection,he has pressure bruises along the top of his foot and he now point blank refuses to use that leg again.Six whole months of careful and considered work down the drain,he was all set to start nursery after the spring break,now he cant because they wont take him if he isn`t walking.This 'person'!! has set him back six months!! My friend has started a complaints action,they are 'looking into it'.
It has made me so angry that this man wouldn`t listen,that a proffesional could be so callous in the treatment of a child!!!
I have to stop now because I am going to say something I shouldnt!