Morning All.
clutter Yes, I've had DS being bullied. Me being me went in with hobnailed boots and bosom hoiked up. I rang the school and asked for a meeting with one of the deputy heads. In our case, one lot of bullying was normal bullying and the other case was racist bullying. I told the school I would not stand for it as my DS had not been brought up in this way and that it was quite disgraceful that the other boy's parents weren't dealing with the situation appropriately. I kept tabs on the situation and kept real pressure on the school to maintain the peace. Also, I told DS to use avoidance tactics like going to the library at lunchtime or to another playground or standing near a teacher. But I would not back down on pressurising the school to actually do be proactive about it. {{hugs}}
Besame welcome - I've not been on the bus long myself, it's very scary actually getting it down "on paper" so to speak.
Mouse yes, I know what you mean about the "bits in the middle" when things are bad. You get support from nurses, doctors etc. when things are in an emergency state and then left to your own devices with the day to day stuff and the total collapse of your normal routine and dealing with the knock-on effects of that with no time to get used to things for a while. {{hugs}}
{{hugs}} to all of you at the moment actually, everyone seems to need them and I'm sorry I don't namecheck everyone on the thread, I'm not ignoring anybody - I'm just a little preoccupied with my situation at the moment, but I do mentally namecheck you all.
Anyhow, I really would have liked a glass of wine last night. But I didn't. It took about an hour or so for the feeling to go. Cherries & berries again. I'd promised myself in the morning that I wouldn't have any alcohol, and so I kept my promise to myself (and mentally my children).
Getting my knitting out helped a great deal. I also watched the programme on BBC2 about the NICU at the John Radcliffe Hospital. It's now been 5.5 years since my lovely man died in one. I found the programme fascinating and oh, the compassion of the staff who work there. But seeing someone in a coma and not ever likely to come out of it, was a little hard. The woman's husband was so upbeat at first and then as the days went on, started to accept that things weren't going as he hoped. That's exactly what happened to me. I thought right up to the night before C died, that he would pull through.
I have to admit that I went to see a medium the night before he died and the medium told me that he could see C and that he was appearing stronger in the spirit world and was nearly over. The next morning I went to the hospital and they had moved C and were trying to tell me that things were bad and I was able to tell them that I knew he was going to die. He died later that day.
Sorry, that was a brain dump. I apologise.....
Oh well, Day 12. Onwards and upwards......