University Gets In Your Eyes...

I can't take much more people! I'm exhausted and cranky. Last Friday I spent the day cleaning the house and trying my hardest to stay sane amongst all the bullshit that goes on in the house that I live in. I wanted to get all that out of the way so that I could study in the evening... EXCEPT........ DING DONG! we got visitors! Yep!...NO ESSAY... Scored Saturday off work and it was Brother #3s birthday. House was full of people in and out all day. Then Brother #2 and partner cooked the dinner and cousin who was booked in the next day to be induced to have baby #1 decided to spend her last night of freedom with me. They left at 1.30am... NO ESSAY...Sunday I went to work. Brain numbing stuff that monkey's could do but they won the toss and they get to run around the jungle grooming each other and eating banana's, so I had to do it. Got home tired, but I opened the books that in ancient times would've taken 12 egyptians to carry they're so freaking big and heavy, but my mind was mush! I was sooooo tired from lack of sleep and frustrated that nothing gets done in the house when I'm not there, I could no longer ignore the pile of dishes in the sink and the crappola all over the table. Ding Dong! Visitors! Yep ...NO ESSAY... So my plan was to go to bed relatively early and get a fresh start Monday morning and really work under the pump and knock this essay off it's ass. At 1.30am, there is a tap on my bedrom door...Brother #1 who was doing the night shift looking after Mum tells me to get downstairs pronto something's wrong with Mum. I get downstairs only to find my Mothers tongue swollen to the roof of her mouth and her face puffed up like a balloon...considering I was internally freaking out and not breathing properly, I did all the stroke tests on her and checked her colour, I then calmly picked up the phone and called 000, got put through to a lovely lady named Collette who dispatched an ambulance but said I had to stay on the phone in case Mum stopped breathing. So the whole house is now awake in confusion and Bro #1 is dressing Mum in warmer clothing in case she had to go for a ride to the hospital. The paramedic decided that it was in fact a good idea to take Mum to emergency because they didn't know what it was. Brother #3 rode with them and I followed down in my car after I shoved a few things in a bag. So there I am quickly approaching emergency and I see my cousin Celeste in the queue.. what the???? Look to the left and see her grandmother (mums aunt) and I freak out! Celeste tells me that her sister, cousin Carmen, who partied with me on Saturday night, is in labour. OK I didn't really want Mums Aunt to know Mum was there until after her first great grandkid was born, so I told Celeste not to say anything and then preceeded to also tell her that she was in the wrong section of the hospital. So I walked her around to the Mercy part of emergency and wished her luck. Why did the universe send her to the wrong part of the hospital that particular night? If you knew my family you would understand why I didn't want anyone to know - just quietly the word visitors is involved! Anyway, to cut a long story short, I spent from the hours of 2:30am to 8am in a freezing cold emergency room waiting for a prognosis.. I had since sent the other two brothers home because really whats the point in them being there? Turns out, Mum has developed an allergic reaction to one of her blood pressure tablets, so we have to get rid of that and she's on some steroid tablet for the next 3 days and I have to monitor her sugar and blood pressure levels everyday. Thank the Universe she's on the mend...
I take her home, I buy hot breakfast, get home and she's exhausted. Of course she is, but she won't go and lie down. I'm drinking coffee more than usual trying to stay awake, why I don't freaking know, and it is now 10am. I feel like I'd been to a party where I mixed my drinks and have woken up really hungover. So Brother #3 said he will stay with Mum so I can go sleep. I slept for 3 hours...... yes 3 hours before the phone calls started waking me up. Wow, word spreads fast. Carmen has had her baby, and everybody who found out about Carmen having her baby was also told about Mum being in hospital. So I decided to stay awake and just try to go to bed at a normal time that night. I was too tired to cook dinner so we got Chinese. Yeah good idea. Straight after dinner I cracked open the books... ding dong! OH I can't make this shit up people. I wish I could! I've decided that it's the opening of the books that seems to trigger the doorbell, so I've kept them open on the dining room table and I make everyone eat around them...NO ESSAY ... I was so over tired, I couldn't sleep straight away. I was trying, I was tossing and turning and counting hot buff men in tight red shorts jumping over a hedged fence... nothing!
Finally about 3am, I think it was 3am, I dozed off. Woke up to the alarm at 8:30am, came downstairs and went straight on the couch and slept until noon. Tidied up a bit, drank coffee and stared at my books like they were the plague.. just quietly I think they are.