Massive Day
Today was huge. Massive if you will.
These are the two events that rocked my world today:
I went to the football!
Yes, thats right, the football.
But you do that every Saturday Sass, to watch your brother play.
Thats right, I do. I do go every week.
But it isn't every week when I see my wonderful little brother get punched in the head by a member of the opposition team, and see his nose smashed to smithereens, and see the blood pouring from him like someone had turned on a tap. Nope. That doesn't happen every week.
And it isn't every week when I'm the one who drives him the half hour to the hospital emergency room, gives over his details for the triage nurse, and waits with him until the staff are able to find him a bed.
Nope. That's a first.
Dad arrived about fourty five minutes after we got there, and took over.
They took him in to give him a CAT scan, and he's off to the specialist in the next couple of days to get everything put back where it belongs.
It was kind of scary/nice to be the person who looked after him and took him in to the hospital. Its nice that I knew enough about him to be able to give all his details to the nurse - it made me wonder if any of my siblings would be able to do that for me. It was nice to be able to DO something for him to show him that I love him.
It made me realise how much I do love him. It isn't often that I think about what life would be like if he wasn't around. Such a little thing really, a broken nose, but when you think about it, it could have been one of those freak punches that kills a person. It was scary, mainly because of the sheer volume of blood that he lost. Seriously, it was everywhere, all down his legs, his arms, dripping from his elbows as he held the towel up to his nose. The towel so soaked with blood that it was completely useless.
I really love my brother, he's a good person. He doesn't have a malicious bone in his entire body, and he's funny and excellent company. In the car on the way to the hospital, he was making up stupid lyrics to songs on the radio to distract himself from the pain. Ads came on, so I say "Phoar, check that out!" "What??" "Theres a bikini competion happening over there!" "What? You're a bitch!" He was laughing - he had to keep his head low to let the blood flow out, and I was just making up things that were happening outside the car to keep him occupied.
Its a weird place to be, in the emergency room. But its a great place to find out if you have anything to say to a person. I'm so glad that we had lots to say to one another - we're friends. That's an awesome feeling.
Second thing:
A telephone call from my cousin Bek.
She's pregnant. Shock. Surprise. More Shock. I didn't even know she was dating! But she's happy, and the dad (who's been on the scene for a while apparently, and is by all reports a lovely, successful, attractive person) is stoked that he's going to be a daddy too.
The whole family was rather taken aback by the news though, coming out of the blue as it did. So as you can imagine, this was hot topic of discussion round the house this evening, and thats when Nicky said something very funny.
"There's going to be two babies then."
"Sorry sweetie? What do you mean? Beks only going to have one baby."
"Yes, Beks baby and Shells baby. Thats two babies."
"Shell's baby?"
"Yeah, Shell is having a baby too."
"Who told you that darling?"
"Shell and Daddy told me. I'm getting a new brother or sister."
More shock. More surprise.
I don't know if this is right, or if Nicky was just having a flight of fancy, but I'm going to have to check when Mr. D. calls tomorrow night. But first... I'm going to dig back through the archives here to find out when it was that they got engaged, to see if the dates match. Because if it is true, then I am not at all shocked to hear it. Actually, I wouldn't be shocked to hear it anyway, I begin to think that Shell would do anything to tie Mr. D. to her more closely. Which is pretty bloody stupid really, they've just taken on the mortgage, and I doubt that they have the means to raise another child on top of Shells boy and having Nicky half the time.
In other news, speaking to Mr. D. today about the paperwork stuff. He's not so keen to sign off on anything today it would seem, particularly with Shell standing right behind him. Surprise, surprise, surprise.
Well, really, I'm over it. We can do this the easy way, or we can do it the hard way, but we are going to do it. I'm not taking any shit from them anymore. We play by the rules. No negotiation will be entered into.
I feel like such a harsh person, for saying that. But its true.
