Difficult Day

Seldom have I had a day so annoying and so productive together. The most exasperating parts I won't discuss here; suffice it to say I lost my temper and ended up screaming down the phone. This changed nothing.

In other news, my mother hurt her head, stumbling as she crossed the road. There are these little metal squares in the road, she explained, and she hit her head on them, leaving her with a wide gash in her head. Because she will not go to the doctor and she will not have any kind of shot at all, her solution was to bathe the wound in hydrogen peroxide. When she has applied it to grazes on my hand it stung like fck, so I shudder to think how painful it must have been on her head, and Christ alone knows what would have happened if she got it in her eyes. That's all the treatment she's going to look for or apply. She's sure she hasn't been concussed, so as far as she's concerned there's only tetanus to fear. She's also worried about squatters breaking in, which means that I am worried about her security, and have told her to get the flat sorted, that I will pay for the whole thing if she just gets it done. She says she will do something but she won't. She'll dedicate herself to being terrified of it for a few months until she finds something else to indulge her fondness for catastrophe, and as ever the real potential for harm will be ignored.

Perversely,I a lot got done yesterday. It was constructive, just awful. I have never wanted a tattoo so much and saw it in my head, a bee headed for the sun which was at once itself and a sunflower.