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They say that bad things come in threes...
Well, this weekend I've had one good thing (in fact, no, one great thing) and two bad things.
1) My Dad's MRI scan results have been lost. Marvellous. We can't even blame the NHS either as he went private. So another 40 minute scan and a couple more weeks of worry await.
2) My Mum broke her wrist this morning. I was woken up by her shouting me so I tumbled out of bed, hair like a wild banshee, creases still on my face, ran down the stairs and there she was, lying on the floor, obviously in a lot of pain. Me, being the supportive caring daughter that I am, what did I do? I fainted. I'm a squeamish old bag and the mere fact that she'd hurt herself so badly was enough to make keel over.
So all in all a bit of a health fail really.
Oh, and the one great thing? Well, I'm keeping that all to myself for the moment...
