Back to hospital again.

My mum was addmitted into hospital again this week. She has gall stones, her liver and kidneys don't function well and she's diabetic too. My brother text me to let me know about my mum on Monday morning. My brother came to West London to my parents home to see my mum in the hospital and to stay with my dad. I went to see my mum in hospital and saw my dad and brother too.

My dad was ok but he does feel insecure when my mum goes into hospital. I hadn't seen my brother since Christmas eve and hadn't spoken to him properly since June. I was going to avoid talking about the awful orphan and nisha; I didn't want to ruin the time I would spend with my brother after such a long time. It came as a surprise when my brother brought up the awful orphan and his brother. But I didn't shy away from the chosen topic as I had a lot on my chest. So when my brother asked how I was coping with my neighbours I told him. I asked how my nephews were coping with being my neighbours. He told me the awful orphan was ok and handling it well. The younger brother was not doing as well as he's more emotional and isn't able to cut off from his feelings so easily. This news came as no surprise to me. My brother told me my nephews had moved in next door to me to avoid capital gains tax. Again, not news to me, I had worked that one out. Something my brother didn't tell me was that my nephews have gone to India for a week to see their father's family, including their Grandparents. My brother knew this but he chose not to tell me.

Then came the cherry on the cake - my brother told me nisha has been made redundant. I knew this had been in the pipeline for sometime. So good news. Result. I told my brother I would be having a party to celebrate. Facecious - I know.

All in all I was happy with the way things had gone with my brother. There was no shouting, no screaming and minimal swearing. I had been lighthearted and happy to be with my brother but something went wrong somewhere.

I had been to see my mum in hospital on Monday after seeing my dad and my brother. Mum was ok considering all her problems. She was pleased to see me, she was chatting away and I did a couple of litle jobs for her. On Tuesday my brother let me know how my mum was doing. On Wednesday I hadn't heard from my brother so I sent him a text to ask how mum was. He replied saying he didn't know how mum was, he was at work and he told me which ward my mum was in. OK. What happened? What did I miss? My brother ususally lets me know when he's going back home to Milton Keynes and he usually tells me who is staying with our dad. Well not this time.

It's over 24 hours later and I haven't heard from him. I was trying to be cool and I text him back saying - ok, ta. But I didn't expect him to be so tight lipped. So again I've been sent to Coventry and I don't know why. I was hoping it wouldn't bother me; I thought I had become stronger over the last 6 months and better able to handle things. Wrong. I didn't sleep last night. I got to work at 3pm. OMG! And only managed to work 4 hours. So maybe not so much improvement.

Family. Joy oh joy!