It was a busy weekend here with the football grand final being played.
Our Dyke Friend from Launceston visited us on Friday as there is always a grand final party she has to attend along with her annual heart transplant health check at a major hospital. In the days after her heart transplant medical bills began to arrive. She protested to a visiting social worker, who switched her over to being a public patient and she has barely paid a thing since. She stayed with us for two nights and was great to see her and spend some time with her.
BAD has returned from her cruise, and when our Dyke Friend's ex suggested a Thai restaurant for a catch up meal that was a couple of minutes walk from BAD's digs, BAD said, come here first for a drink and nibbles, so we did. Our Dyke Friend's ex had her fit and glam 83 old year old mother with her and had to be shown around BAD's posh abode public areas. I had forgotten how nice it really is. This was Friday, a public holiday on the eve of football grand final. The food at the restaurant was great and quite cheap, but it was so busy and so noisy. We waited for a long time for our food. I will go back there, but not on a busy night. BAD hated it and as soon as she finished her meal, I walked her back home.
I had to get up at 5am to get ready for work, so I only had a couple of glasses of wine. R only had one, which is just as well as just before we dropped our Hair Dresser Friend at home, he was breathalysed by the police. I was in bed by 10.45, but I did feel a bit weary at work the next day after rising at 5am.
R went to South Melbourne to do our normal Saturday shopping and our Dyke Friend walked a few kilometres to Aldi in Inkerman Street St Kilda for some things she can't get in Launceston as there is no Aldi there. She caught a tram home and went off to her grand final party. I arrived home from work at 4 and caught bits of the football final on tv. Dyke Friend arrived back at about 6 and we had takeaway pizza and by 9.30 we all headed for bed.
Sunday morning R and I took the car out for a wash, some brunch at Station Pier and a visit to a chemist for a medication for Mother, while our Dyke Friend walked around Albert Park Lake, about 5.3 kilometres. She is so fit. By the time we returned, she was nearly ready and dressed for us to drop her off in Albert Park for a Japanese meal with ex Melbourne workmates. From there a married friend would pick her up and she would stay with her for the night before her hospital appointment on the Monday and late afternoon she would fly home.
Ok, I would be exaggerating to say that we continued on to the hospital where Mother is staying with the car overflowing with her medications and clean knickers that I had washed but that is what we did. The general wards are closed at weekends, so Mother had been moved to the Rehab area. Her face is so bandaged, she looks like Elephant Man. As is par for the course, contact with Mother left R ranting about her. My reply, yes dear, but what can we do? She is my mother and it is only you who has huge problems with her. Her own children just ignore her nonsense.