the bruises are fading this a week nearly after bumping into the chaos created by kin in help in shift. The in the night stumbles over items where things are not usually....
This day last I still went out to do what I do. The young ones left alone to make order in the newly created chaos... in a room not really ventured in until now.
They then picked me up from the hospital to go on to the nearby shopping mall to have late lunch or early tea/dinner. The planned cinema trip happened ... it was a day of rain therefore could not have been better timed ...
That was last week, and next week I will see the same kin again already on their turf, this time! The break away from the start of a month of facing that behind a door of a muddle I rather not be reminded of.
The now slow process of sifting through time remnants in part I am still silent on. That room in an abode taking up space to relieve other parts in function.
The determination not to let another mishap that happened again on Friday, not to happen again with the overwhelming tasks always faced alone, long after the disjointed uncomfortable uncoordinated time bomb that took one of our lives ....
My walking stick, wretched scarring, falling over bruising days not quite ended yet ... though no sign of acknowledgement in seeing how I am after consultations ... showing in abundance the continued failed learnings from the failings supposedly acknowledged
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