Lightning

The sky is flashing every few seconds. a storm is brewing in the not too far distance. I'm sitting here again, in room 40, Ward 111, while mum falls asleep and lightly
 snores. an oppressively hot day, over 33C in the month of April, is about to end. heavy showers are expecte

d through the night.


i'm supposed to be home night, it was so agreed. so i delivered dinner at seven, and brother would take over at close to ten and stay the night. i was planning to go home nd have  good night of sleep, for it's been far too long...

Brother came as promised, all prepared to stay, and i explained to him things he needs to be aware of. he came with the will to stay, but his body was unwilling. he is still coughing and sneezing, and though he put on a mask when i told him to, mum was still concerned. And rightly so, for she is terribly, terribly frail now, and still has very little appetite. brother was very apologetic as he left...


so here i am again, the night carer. thinking i'd be homelater i didn't even bring any of my book to study. but i guessyoucould always improvise and still study by reading cases online. it's better than nothing at all...