Some months ago I fell out with an online friend, whom I'd met in real life on one occasion (and who could talk the hind legs off a donkey). At the time of the falling out I was in quite a deep state of depression, and she bombarded me, via email and text, with 'helpful' suggestions. She gave me lots of instances of things she does (she doesn't suffer with clinical depression, by her own admittance) and reckoned they'd help me too. She even suggested what I should/shouldn't write about on MY blog! I know she thought she was being helpful, but I just felt like I was being lectured and told what to do all the time, in the end I just wanted to crawl into a hole and pull a blanket over my head and hide from her. She also insisted that some things I'd written were about her, when they weren't at all (I do know people other than her!), but there was no convincing her of that. Eventually, words were exchanged, she was clearly offended (and let me know about it in no uncertain terms) and that was that, I didn't hear from her again, to my relief.
She was one of the reasons I tried to make my blog private - although failed spectacularly (techie stuff is not one of my strengths) and just gave up in the end.
Well, now she's back - she's clearly still reading my blog and is now offering more unsolicited advice and suggestions. I know she thinks she's being helpful, but really I just wish she would leave me alone!
And now for some really good news.....on Monday my mother was released from hospital and transferred into a neighbouring hospice/care home. It's a private care facility but they do take some elderly hospital patients who are nearly ready to go home - so they're not bed blocking in hospital, I guess. Sis has been to see mum in the home and says it's lovely, she has her own en-suite room, she found out she knows one of the care staff and she's been well enough to get dressed and go and eat in the dining room. And sis has just had a call from the hospital to say mum can go home either late today or some time tomorrow. Such good news.
Husband and I have talked again and he's agreed that just sitting around moping (which is all that he's been doing, understandably when he doesn't feel well) is not doing him (or me, by extension) any good. I know he can't do much, or go far, but we will be trying to get out a bit more. We'll start by taking Betty out for a longish walk this afternoon - well, somewhere she can be let off the lead and run around to her heart's content, and where we don't actually need to do too much walking ourselves, as my hip is killing me again lately - probably because I've been more or less confined at home too and thus not getting any exercise. My hip and back are definitely much worse when I don't do a lot of walking around, even though walking still hurts, especially on uneven ground. It's quite dull and overcast here at the moment, but is supposed to be sunny later.