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deborah_cIt's been quite a nice week. Last weekend, Strawberry Fair (much bigger and busier than I remember it from long ago when I last went) and Harry Potter; a fun (and lengthy!) evening having coffee with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
necro_angel; lots of little things, like people on the phone asking to speak to my husband, getting my new passport back, nice moments with the children. The children finally got seen by a counselling service that we've been waiting for for some months, and appeared to get on well with the staff there. I got to vote in my new name for the first time (and even saw some of the candidates I voted for elected, which is a nice change!)
It's been a nice week for me, that is. It has been rather tempered by a feeling that every time something good happens to me, something bad happens to one of my friends.
So... one friend is being beaten up by her dad. As far as I can gather, this is by no means the first time. She'd like to move out, but can only get put on the list for emergency housing if she reports him to the police, which she doesn't want to do.
Another friend (well, his wife, actually) wrote very apologetically to cancel a lunch appointment that had been planned for today. The reason is that he's losing vision due to cysts caused by a brain tumour; surgery just to deal with the cysts has a mortality rate of 1 in 20, before worrying about whether the tumour has reactivated.
And then, to top that, I've spent the evening wondering whether a friend is still alive, after she wrote a suicide note in her online diary. Various of us seem to have sent the police and ambulance to where we hoped she was, but I have no idea whether they found her, or whether they were in time. Being several hundred miles away, there's little I can do other than cry a lot and pray :(
I can only hope that the horrendous blisters I got from walking into the village to vote mean that someone, somewhere had something good happen to them...
necro_angel; lots of little things, like people on the phone asking to speak to my husband, getting my new passport back, nice moments with the children. The children finally got seen by a counselling service that we've been waiting for for some months, and appeared to get on well with the staff there. I got to vote in my new name for the first time (and even saw some of the candidates I voted for elected, which is a nice change!)It's been a nice week for me, that is. It has been rather tempered by a feeling that every time something good happens to me, something bad happens to one of my friends.
So... one friend is being beaten up by her dad. As far as I can gather, this is by no means the first time. She'd like to move out, but can only get put on the list for emergency housing if she reports him to the police, which she doesn't want to do.
Another friend (well, his wife, actually) wrote very apologetically to cancel a lunch appointment that had been planned for today. The reason is that he's losing vision due to cysts caused by a brain tumour; surgery just to deal with the cysts has a mortality rate of 1 in 20, before worrying about whether the tumour has reactivated.
And then, to top that, I've spent the evening wondering whether a friend is still alive, after she wrote a suicide note in her online diary. Various of us seem to have sent the police and ambulance to where we hoped she was, but I have no idea whether they found her, or whether they were in time. Being several hundred miles away, there's little I can do other than cry a lot and pray :(
I can only hope that the horrendous blisters I got from walking into the village to vote mean that someone, somewhere had something good happen to them...
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Date: 2004-06-13 01:31 pm (UTC)