Every silver lining has a cloud
In the titch world that is 
What a way to start the week. Mammy2 and the kid both having some sort of breakdown and myself trying to counsel and advise through txts and phone calls. Thankfully I got a good nights sleep last night else I may not have been as helpful as I hope I was. Mammy got hit by a really bad bout this time around, she hasn’t been this sick in over a year I reckon. Not to the stage where she forgets stuff and can’t really talk. The worst of it was on Saturday when I had to send her to bed as she was all over the place and I felt the safest place for her was tucked up away from sharp objects where she could accidently do herself harm. I had a ton of work to keep myself busy. She was feeling much better on Sat evening and we had a cha t about her work and stuff that might have brought on this bout. There doesn’t seem to have been anything in particular so I guess because we took our eye off the ball so to speak it was hiding and then pounced. She was a lot better yesterday but I had a feeling she was repressing and trying to make herself look okay so I wouldn’t worry. This morning she made it as far as the carpark in work when she rang me really upset, she’d been sick from the stress of it all.
Thankfully we chatted for a while, she was able to calm down enough to drive home and she made an appointment for the doc. Hopefully they can shed some light on what brought this on. Once she was safe at home I was able to relax. Its a horrible feeling being so helpless on the phone when someone is crying at the other end and you can’t get to them. The kid had been txting me back and forth sounding really stressed and worried about falling behind on her work. She had a panic attack and was now hiding in the toliets. I started to have flashbacks to secondary school Through txting and getting her to talk to her tutor about things we sorted it out. Sortof. I had to get Mammy2 to try and ring her and see how she was. She did eventually talk to her tutor who was lovely about the whole thing. The tutor then rang me saying she was worried about the kid and if she should be heading home on her own. Back to Mammy2 who again spoke to the kid who assured us she was okay to leave school and that the teacher was just worried. So she has to meet with a counseller on Wed. Ah, a counseller. That brings me back. At least she’s being more sensible about things. She’s also heading to the doc. We’ll be keeping the surgery going this week.
I have tomorrow off and I can’t wait. The lovely mate P got tickets for the ploughing championships so tomorrow at 7 we hitting the road for Athy. I’ve never been and so am a tad excited. This evening I have to buy wellies and then decide what t-shirt goes with what pair of trousers and do I wear them tucked into the wellies avec baling twine or a belt? I’ll be up all night having a fashion crises :O Expect a full update once I recover from the excitement. I know you’ll be right here on the edge of your seat 
