Last night my right hand started hurting whenever I moved my middle and ring fingers. This morning it was the same, I thought it was an extension of the RSI I sometimes get from using a mouse too much. It got worse throughout the day though, and mid-afternoon my middle knuckle started redly swelling. So it’s not RSI. I have nfi what I’ve done to my knuckle though. I’ve iced it, taken some codeine and ibuprofin, and those two fingers are now taped together. It’s hurting a lot less.
So last week I’d planned to do a post on the people in my life. I started with Brenton, obviously, but that got way too lengthy to be anything but an entire post. So I thought I’d make it a series… but now the impetus has been blown away with the seconds and minutes and days. I will give it a second try though.
I am listening to Gorillaz. This shiz never gets old.
People in my life
I’ve written so much about her in this journal (all my journals) over the years; most often when I’ve been upset or disappointed, which is no true reflection.
My mumm and paternal parent split when I was seven after infidelity (on his part). She raised my sister and me alone. She worked the whole time as a pilot. In my (really quite poor) memory she wasn’t home much but made us dinnerz and told us we were beautiful.
Now she lives in the same city as I do and I still don’t see her as often as I would like to. Maybe once or twice a month. Shameful. In my defence, she did choose to move a 45 minute drive away from me.
Mumm is an individual. She tends towards ‘a bit quirky.’ She has an up to date taste in music (more so than I do). She is impulsive, and has all-of-a-sudden big ideas about what massive changes she wants to make and what she wants to do with her life next. She doesn’t always follow through (but sometimes does). She has done lots of things with her life, and often dragged us kids with her, us screeching in protest the whole way.
No way would I be who I am today without her. I am really grateful for her.
My sister, younger than me by four and a half years. We are crazy similar but also crazy different.
She still lives in Cairns, with all her Cairnsite in-laws and friends. I doubt she will ever leave. She’s a cowgirl almost all the way down. I saw almost because she still has a sense of style (she doesn’t look like a cowgirl), likes to travel the world and go to the beach and hang out with her blonde girlfriends and all that mid-to-late-twenties jazz. She is very socially fluent and effortlessly effective around new people.
She has two horses and competes often. She love animals and is very passionate about animal rights. She works with children who have special needs. She is very matter-of-fact — if she is of the opinion you are doing something stupid, she will tell you, in no uncertain terms. Often. Having said that, she is open to being wrong (a trait I really admire); i.e. after quite a few heated discussions over the years she now votes Labor.
She and I have a huge overlap in the sense of humour area. I can laugh with my sister about shit no one else would even comprehend, let alone find amusing. We don’t talk much when we are in different cities, but when I go to Cairns, or she comes to Brisbane, it’s like we never left — we pick up right where we left off and it’s perfect.
I know that, no matter what, she will always be a part of my life.