Mortality

It's been a tiring week. I have mixed feelings.


First off, my guts - after both scopes - haven't settled down. Eating anything = bowel movement. So I'm hungry and thirsty, but a little afraid to eat. Doesn't matter *what* I eat, off to the loo I'll go. So took an MC on Monday to rest up. Good thing too.


Tuesday, Mom fell in the bathroom and fractured her wrist/forearm in two places. Woke up in the afternoon to knocking on my door. Mom'd managed to right herself, get partially dressed, but couldn't move her hand. Helped her dress, ice pack, drinks, then packed her off to the hospital with Dad..... the whole rigmarole. Later that afternoon, received word that my colleague's father had passed away. Rushed down to the office to meet the girls so we could attend the wake. That was a little sobering, considering that my colleague's dad and *my* dad are about the same age. After that? Straight to work.


Wednesday was a little more joyous : it was my PorPor's birthday. My grandma turned 87 and the entire Boey clan turned up, of course. About 35 buggers, all in. And that's just immediate family. lol. A good old loud, noisy Cantonese gathering. In a Hokkien restaurant no less. But the food was good, and PorPor got her wish that all grandchildren turn up. Again, it's the mortality thing because PorPor was in hospital earlier this year for a long time. And after the day before.... well.... I wondered if I had done enough for myself.lol. I mean, I don't have a lot; just my insurance policies. But should I make a will?


I mean, my policies are taken care off (I have little in the way of other assets) but it doesn't take care of my mortal remains when *I* go. I don't really want a traditional funeral, and considering my small circle of friends, there's really no huge crowd that's going to turn up.


So I've spent today, Thursday, having slight morbid thoughts....


PS - my washing machine is giving me a shitty time with my towels and bedsheets, suds all over the goddamned place. I want to do Mortality To It Right Now so perhaps this post is appropriate!


Weirdly enough, received a small bequest from the Funky Aunty yesterday too. Well.... small to her, large enough for me to panic and bank it in quickly in case I lose the cheque :o Amidst all these thoughts of death and endings, there's this small voice inside which says GO SPEND. YOU CAN'T TAKE IT WITH YOU.




Heh. Of course not. But I might get serious about that will, though.