Update.

Helen got to talk to Mum with a bit of persistence. It seems Johnny has pneumonia in one of his lungs. He's been in a worse pickle before but he's stressing out because his Mum (My sister) isn't there to calm him down or keep him company. I don't think he's ever been in Sir Charles Gardner hospital before. He's used to the gentle treatment at Princess Margarets.

The fuckers RIPPED HIS EARLOBE clear from his fucking head when putting on some kind of glowy-monitor thing. It took Helen to notice it. He can't talk. He can't let them know he's in pain other than crying and being freaked out. That poor little fucker. I hate those bastards. How could they be so fucking careless?

I'm going nuts trying to find my sister. She's staying in Quinninup. Or some place AROUND Quinninup. They're out of mobile phone range, anyway. Stupid fucking mobile network. What shit. We've been calling places IN Quinninup. Man. I hate phoning people.

Anyway. I've gone from freaked out and scared and stressed to annoyed and pissed off and stressed. Which I prefer cause it's far more familiar to me. And I don't feel quite so helpless. I could probably get some sleep now. I'm still really fucking keyed up, though. SO tempted to take half an Ativan. Oh. Can't FIND the Ativan. My mother hid it. Good job, Mum. It's got Lorazepam in it. It's a benzodiazepine. Fuck. Want nerves gone. Will drink calmative tea. That's good shit. It's got everything in it. EVERYTHING!

It has:

Peppermint
Passion flower
Strawberry leaf
Chamomile
Valerian
Catnip
Scullcap

It's like the valium of the herbal tea world, man. Yeah. *nods* Gonna brew me up one of those, I think.

Cheered me up for some reason...

But I'm the Juggernaut, biiiiiiiitch!

Some bits were too quiet and stupid. But some? Pure gold!

-N

Babysitting.

I'm babysitting my niece Ruby today. I stood her in front of me and said, "I'm looking after you today. If you need a bum change or you're hungry, you come to me, okay?" And I held my hand out to shake, and she gave me the wrong hand. SO cute!

Helen was going out the door and she said, "Look after Ruby, okay?"

Ruby looks after me with a smile and says in her tiny voice, "I look after you."

...

AWWWWWWWW!!!! *dies*

Not really sure if this is going to work... testing...

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YES! It TOTALLY WORKED!! YAY!!!

ETA: Nieces just killing me with their sweetness today. Emmy, who is twelve, wrote this to me in an email after I sent her the doll above:

shes a beauty and you know what ?
she looks just like you

Okay. I'm going to go melt into a puddle now. LOL!