Sundays are notoriously boring. But I was prepared for that.
I was looking forward to painting all day in front of the TV while watching various repeats of “The Xfactor”.
I was looking forward to being a bit of a recluse after a tiring week at work.
At lunch time, I decided to peel a sweet potato, to make crisps by frying it in coconut oil. Yummy huh?
Unfortunately, I didn’t make it that far as I managed to peel off my knuckle down to the bone.
Which proceded to bleed EVERYWHERE.
3 hours in Accident and Emergency, 1 glue gun and some bandage later,
I now have a human claw. (I exaggerate slightly…)
One rule. Don’t get it wet or it will not heal.
My dad and I then drove to see my granny in the nursing home.
“Hi Granny, How are you? I managed to peel off my knuckle”
“…hello dear… that doesn’t sound appealing.”
Despite being very frail, she still had a bit of wit in her.
“How can I help you?”
“Talk to me.”
So I talked for a while about paintings I had recently done, one for a colleague, one for my boyfriend, one just for me.
“I cannot work out what you are saying. I think you must be talking Dutch.”
“I can’t speak Dutch granny.”
“Nope. I am an eighth German though, and you are half. I think the German part is the humorous part.”
“You do need a certain humour to cope with being German.”
I watched as my dad cut her nails, filed them, and held her thin hands.
I watched the amount of care he put into it.
I watched as he managed to stay upbeat despite the elephant in the room.
“What can I help you with?”
“I want a cup of tea. Is there any more tea?”
“Good. I don’t want it. I need to go to sleep.”
I giggled. but it isn’t funny.
Like so many of those things, the giggle reflex came out so that I could cope with an overwhelmingly sad moment.
So we made to leave. I kissed her on her cheek.
“Where are you going?”
“You wanted to sleep.”
“I do not want sleep. Sleep wants me.”
I then went home, had dinner and my mum found a plastic bag and an elastic band for my hand so I could shower.
I laughed because it looked like it should be kept in the freezer on ice.
An odd sort of day.