I try to be the duty bound daughter and phone my mum about once a week.
Average phone call (and i am not exaggerating)
Mum: Hello (sounding like she has just woken up, a bit of a cough)
Me: Hello, how are you all?
Mum: Oh, i have got this flu, your brother has been off with it, and your sister will need more antibiotics.
Me: Sounds horrid, hope you are all ok.
Mum: Yeah, Nanny is really poorly, she is back in hospital again and on the oxygen.
Me: Oh, dear etc.....
Today's phone call
Mum: Hello (cough, cough)
Me: Hello, how are you all?
Mum: Not too bad, just getting over this virus, DB has been off school with it, sis has got Dr's this afternoon, she needs AB's.
Me: Glad you're getting better, are you about on .... i was gonna pop over?
Mum: Maybe, your sis (different one) has her scan to see how pg she is, and if it is still alive, she is very high risk for a mc, but at least she has concieved i spose.
Me: Oh right, yeah
Mum: She has so many problems...this, that and the other (all diagnosed via books, daytime tv and internet)
It just winds me up so much. She is ill because she smokes constantly, her mum is ill (and she is) because she smoked a lot, and my grandad died because he smoked but my mum won't give up. My sis(the pg one) is always ill because she is constantly off her face on weed, and so doesn't eat very reliably.
I am running out of sympathy tbh, i know i sound like a heartless cow, but AAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH........that feels better