Trying to get a much much bigger layout. I can’t stand the tiny space for text haha. Fiddling with random layouts, though I really should be focusing on something like a custom header, but for some reason, I find selecting pictures to be realllly taxing.
I’m finally done with school lessons \o/ One more lesson on Monday, then 2 exams by Thursday, and yaaaaay 2 weeks of well deserved holidays.
I’m telling myself to blog about other things too. To sort of focus on other things going on around me other than my dad.
I’m looking forward to Sunday’s horseriding. I have a feeling that my body will not listen to me at all though, and I’ll just end up bruising my legs in order to desperately keep my feet in the stirrup while trotting. Annnnnd I’ll probably take ages to lift my leg up the stirrup in order to mount. As much as I find it stressing to trot Bob /bricked, I think mounting is just as stressful (just more short-term lol), second being taking the horse to the training grounds (they never listen!!!!!). No matter how high I lift my leg with my hands, it’s always never enough. I resorted to do this little tiptoe skip in order to get the tip of my boot barely on the stirrup, and then without pausing, I grab the saddle and jump like mad to get the momentum again to mount.
Maybe that’s why Bob hates me.
And no matter how much I try to measure the stirrups to suit me, I never get it right somehow, and then I’ll just feel very stupid letting my instructor adjust it for me orz. Then I wish he would have just adjusted them to be even shorter so that it’s easier to post lol
I saw that each hole along the belt of the stirrup thing had numbers. I remember my previous one was a 10. I’ll probably adjust it back to that number.. and then let my instructor adjust again as he see fit (and memorise the number!) lol.
To bring down his fever, they put this slab of ice under his bed, so his body is ice cold. My mother and I commented that it’s like Yang Guo’s cold jade bed lol. But even with the cold jade bed, his fever remains at 39 degrees. His breathing is so so so low, we’re talking 50 low. blood pressure going up and down. And he’s starting to cough. Everything’s just looking so bad.
I think it’s good that my mother still has a friend to talk to about it, though I wish that he would just stop asking my mum to think about what would her decision be should things happen, and you know, the whole “let him live and pray for a miracle, or end his suffering?” shit. I don’t care if you want my mother to start mentally preparing herself in advance. I think it’s unhealthy for her to keep thinking about this.
And then he can conveniently hang up before he has to experience what I call my mum’s panic mode. It’s just making everything worse. What if she starts developing illness after illness and can’t sleep because she thinks about it too much? Who do you think is going to suffer from this stupid talk. The two of us. Not you.