Juicy Holiday Gossip

Well, the sister arrived back from her holiers today… remember I said there was some bitching? Well I got all the juicy gossip from her today. All the bitchy stuff came from the one girl. Apparantly she called one of the other girls a whore! I mean that’s a bit much, isn’t it? And another night my sister wasn’t feeling the may west so her and another friend went back to the apartment at about half 3 and six o’ clock in the morning the cow comes in with some fella and shouts in at the sister and the other girl to get up… hello? My sister was feeling a bit funny from all that sunshine… she needed sleep. Anyway, I have to say I’ve always hated the girl… to put it bluntly she thinks she is IT! Well let me tell you she isn’t… she is as thick as a ditch and as for her looks her eyes are too far apart and her chin sticks out! But she thinks she’s gorgeous. But do you know what’s hilarious… her suitcase got left behind and won’t arrive in Ireland until Monday and she says to my sister, nearly crying “My straightener and my curling thongs and my MAKE-UP are in there, what am I going to do?”… I kid you not… she really is that shallow. Eh put moose in your hair and make up is bad for your skin anyway!

The sister did have a good time otherwise. All the girls were annoyed the cow, so don’t go thinking my sister is a trouble maker because she is anything but. Anyway, she got me pressies… one of which I’m wearing right now. It’s an aqua/turquoise necklace with a big massive pendant. It’s so pretty. She also got me a trinket box with really pretty flowers and a little snow globe with a donkey in it. (I’m not sure if I’ve ever informed that ever since I saw Shrek I’ve kind of been obsessed with donkeys). She also got the obligatory magnet and deck of cards (I say obligatory because a magnet and a deck of cards are something everyone in out family buys when we go away on holidays.)

I have no other news, so I’m going to tell you about another loony bin patient that I had to share a ward with. Her name was Gemma… she was freaky. The day I was admitted into hospital in May of last year, I didn’t get a bed in a ward until half twelve at night. So I was moved up and I assumed all the patients in the room were asleep. But anyway, the nurse who was asking me the usual questions about what belongings I had brought with me and all that went away for a second and next thing I know this woman with scary bugly eyes and jam jar glasses is standing at the foot of my bed asking me what was wrong with me and then went on to tell me everything that was wrong with her. I think it was the next night then, I awoke with shock and two o’ clock in the morning to a blood curdling scream… I don’t know what was wrong with her or what the nurses were doing but to be frank (and this might sound a little cold) I don’t really want to know! One day I was sitting on my bed waiting for dad or mam to come in to visit and she asked me to go to the bloody shop for her- Hello? I’m sick too and I was hooked up to an IV and do you know how hard those yokes are to push around? The wheels are always wonky… So from then on I avoided all eye contact and if I thought she was going to speak to me I pretended to fall asleep. And then at six in the morning another day, she put her walkman on and started listening to the radio and the next thing I hear, very out of key I must add, “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when times are grey, you’ll never know dear, how much I love you. So please don’t take my sunshine away” AT SIX O’ CLOCK IN THE MORNING!!! But as far as I’m concerned she should have been put in a room on her own. It’s a bit ridiculous, like there was 5 other patients (including me) in the room who were sick and needed there sleep. So there you go… next time I’ll tell you about the ex-convict who made me cry.

Oh I realise I haven’t updated you on the Faye/Rowdy situation. Well, it looks like things are back on in the puppy love stakes. Faye goes up faithfully to him every day. They still have some issues you know. But I’m sure they’ll bark and growl about it and get everything sorted out. Rowdy just has to realise that Faye takes her career as a messer very seriously and she just wasn’t prepared to have pups and that’s why she got spayed. He’ll come round to the idea eventually… wait and see.

Laters

Sal

PS: Faye seems to have stopped stealing Rowdy’s bones, so that is a step in the right direction!!!