Month: January 2008
Where I went to donate blood – but they wouldn’t let me
First timer blood-donor. I expected the volumes of paperwork. I didn’t expect the pin-prick to test my haemoglobin levels (silly, me). So as I held a bit of wadding to my finger, I waited for the machine to spit out my number. I felt optimistic; it had been ages since I’d been diagnosed as anaemic….
How the United States of America caused a war (of sorts) in our household
Keira was a toddler when Adam returned from the USA after a work-trip, brandishing Leapad Leapfrog paraphernalia. Keira, even then, had perfected the one-shouldered shrug, clearly conveying her feelings about the present: an astounding, “Meh.” My son, on the other hand, sometimes wakes up in the morning and seeks out his little computer-friend and I…
The house rattles with shrieks of pain and suffering…
…The parents’, of course. And naturally, no one listens to us. I am still sick, and now – after he says I wiped boogers on him – my husband is also ill. So we’re a real joy to be around. Do the kids care? Nope. Keira just coughed in my face. Yesterday was a trial; of…
