HAPPY NEW YEAR,
everyone!! Hope 2015’s a safe and prosperous year for you all~
Me, I welcomed in the New Year with just my favourite teddy.
In all the years past that I can remember, the parents and I have always
welcomed in the New Year together; however, this year, mother’s like, “I’ve got
a headache. I’m going to bed now. Cya next year.” I suggested how about she
take two Panadol, have a lie down and at 11:45pm I’d call her downstairs to
welcome in the New Year together, but she was like, “Didn’t you hear me? I said
I have a headache. You welcome in the new year by yourself.” Huh, and she calls
ME self-centered? Who’s only thinking about themselves now, huh? ><
The other bad thing to mother refusing to spend New Year’s
Eve with me was that dad refused to, also! ><
Usually, at around 9pm
every New Year’s Eve, I hike upstairs with my favourite teddy, lie down on my
upstairs bed in my upstairs bedroom and reflect on the year that’s about to
pass for about one hour, then come 10:45pm;
I tumble back downstairs and write my reflections on the year that’s almost
over. When 11:45pm arrives, I call
the parents downstairs (they’re usually asleep), we sit together on the couch
and welcome in the New Year together!
That obviously wasn’t going to happen for when 2014 became
2015, what with mother being such a spoilsport … ><
Same as the past few years, I hike upstairs and visit my
upstairs bedroom with my teddy, but only get a short time to reflect on what
2014 was like for me before mother decides I haveta head back downstairs, else
I’m doing it all by myself, coz she’s feeling tired. *sigh*
Back downstairs I tumble super-early; it’s only 9:45pm! Well, all the more time for me to
reflect on 2014 …
Only suddenly, dad shuts off the television and turns off
all the lights! I scramble up from the computer. “Dad, what are you doing?! I
need that!”
Dad just says he’s going to bed and flips off everything. He
even threatens to flip out the main switch, so I can’t turn the television back
on! >< Luckily, I manage to persuade him against from doing that, and I
flip back the lights on, re-open the television.
So dad heads up to join mother in pigland. I sit in front of
the computer and write my reflections on 2014, how things are going for me
physically-wise (I’m still ridiculously disabled ><), spiritually-wise
(still waiting for God to heal me/tell me what it was that I did/didn’t do that
was so bloody unforgivable He decided it fitting to totally destroy my life
for) and several other headings-wise.
Come 11:45pm, I
shut down, walk around turning off various lights mother carelessly left on
(like the laundry light) and head over to the sofa. At the mouth of the stairs,
I also try calling, “Hey, it’s almost New Year! Are you guys coming downstairs
or what?” but receive no reply, so make my way tentative way over to the sofa.
Reaching it brings jubilation: I have officially made it through 2014 without
falling flat on my butt even once! :D
Dearest Bear Bear and I cuddle, and I reach for the remote,
trying to find out which channel will host the countdown fireworks. Hmm, not
Nine, not Seven, not Ten. I open the television guide and scroll through the
channels listed, trying to figure out which channel will broadcast them because
surely, some channel must!
It’s not until like 11:55pm
that I remember, “oh, it’s ABC hosting the countdown celebrations tonight!” I
flip over and, sure enough, there’s only three minutes till midnight! Phew, I made it; can you imagine how embarrassed
I’d be if I’d really missed the countdown?? XD
All too soon, we’re counting down! Ten, nine, eight, seven,
six, Five, Four, Three, Two, One, HAPPY NEW
YEAR!! As the television explodes with all the fireworks marking the arrival of
2015, I hear the Glen Hotel
outside also set off their own.
I cuddle Bear Bear and we watch the beautiful fireworks
together. Luckily, the skies are clear; I wonder, can the fireworks still go
ahead if it’s bucketing down?
The fireworks last just over fifteen minutes. Once they
finish, I turn the television off, grab myself some milk (I’m free to enjoy the
full cream milk coz the parents are both already upstairs; usually, I only get
low-fat milk XD) flip the light out then hit the sack, after brushing teeth,
flossing and using the loo once.
The next morning, when dad randomly wanders into my bedroom,
I sit up, wish him a very happy 2015 then return to sleep. XD
Awhile later, when mother comes bearing my clothes and
demands I get dressed without assistance, I grouch at her, “Where’s dad taking
us? I’m not getting outta bed till 5:55pm
unless dad takes us out somewhere.” She replies, “Dad’s taking us out to Harbour
Town. Get up.” Ooh, sure!
Dressed, teeth brushed and other morning routines adhered
to, I sit outside and get served a tiny morsel of fried ham and egg for
breakfast; oh, what a lovely start to 2015! Usually dad doesn’t cook any unless
it’s Saturday!
Before heading out to the 4WD, I use the loo once. I also
check to make sure Sparkless 2 is in the boot.
Dad tootles us out to Harbour
Town. Thanks to my disabled parking
permit, we get a spot fairly close to the entrance.
However, I get pissed when I learn that dad won’t lemme use
my manual wheelchair to go shopping! >< I’m sure I have explained before,
that yes, despite the cruel and unfaithful God’s initial intentions to leave me
wheelchair-bound forever, I can actually walk unaided very short distances with
very close supervision, but for longer distances, such as for shopping trips
where one browses through items that are on sale, I need to be seated to fully
appreciate what I am viewing.
Still, dad’s ultimatum stands: shop walking, or go home.
Fine. I’m left with no option but to grit my teeth, resign
myself to an unpleasant day and remind the cruel and unfaithful God that I’m
not gonna let Him ruin another day for me.
We browse several shops that morning, my favourite being of
course Jay Jays, where I pick up a new Despicable Me minion tee! I probably
won’t get the chance to wear it until Christmas, though; it’s the one with two
minions on the front saying, “Uh, Santa, I can explain …” XD
Clever dad somehow manages to find for me the New Balance
shop, and I walk away with a new pair of sneakers, as does he. As for mother,
she ducks into some random clothes shops and buys herself a summer dress or
something like that.
The parents call it a day shortly after that and we head
home, because dearest dad has to work on the second, although I can’t see that
as being a busy day for him. Me, I would cling onto my precious last several
days of blessed holidays before endless physio begins again sometime again the
week after. XD
As I’m writing this, yes, physio has indeed resumed for me. Well,
there’s never any rest for the weary. XD
Next post here … well, I totally forgot last year to write
my third ‘five years’ post – five years since I’ve had to spend a single night
in the hospital! Maybe I’ll write that, or else I’d better finish my post on
the family holiday I had with the parents back at the beginning of last year;
you know, the one where I figured out the mystery of why I didn’t see two heads
on all the Tasmanians! XD Anyways, until then~
Cheers,
Em. ^^
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