Blogger almost made me cry and I'm sick of thinking I'm going to die in a fiery wreck

It was Christmas day yesterday, so needless to say this morning I was tired and hungover. Then this morning I was woken by another massive earthquake, which the geo-science folks tell us is only a 4.9 but all my stuff is on the floor and a clock is smashed and now I have to clean and can't tell the time. After that original destroy-ariffic eartthquake and subsequent 4000-plus aftershocks, I am practically a seismograph. No way this morning was a 4.9. Plus, there's been about 20 more extreme jolts since that, all of which send my poor cat to flatten herself under the nearest piece of furniture. This many aftershocks do not happen after a 4.9.

Just turned the news on, to finally find out something about what happened! Oh, well, there we go - centred right beneath the city, hence why such extreme damage from a relatively 'small' tremor.
Screw you fault line! Take away a public holiday we waited all year for largely for the strong association with awesome Boxing Day sales. Bet no-one got to spend any of their Christmas money.

I'm usually not this angry. With being so abruptly taken from my sleep this morning, I neglected my regular caffeine intake. Also, we had no power for at least an hour, so I couldn't make coffee. Then I failed to get off the couch all day. This was largely because every time I stood up another big jolt shook the ground. I became sure I was causing it and that if I just stayed put, the ground wouldn't try so desperately to keep knocking me on my ass. It hasn't worked. There's another. So I still haven't had coffee and I have a withdrawal headache.

This probably all contributed to Blogger almost making me cry. I tried to make my blog look pretty, then maybe people will read it, or it will give me an increased sense of joy, or at least there will be pretty colours and people might be distracted and think:
"Oh, there's such pretty colours here! I will follow so that I can look at all the pretty colours. Oooh, and a picture of a kitten doing crazy shit! Yeah, follow!"
First, I don't know if these are the kind of people who would say "shit." Also, I haven't decided what kind of pictures I might include. There might be kittens - you never know.
But anyway, I decided to use the 'Help' menu to tell me what to do. It didn't work, because my dashboard doesn't look like what the page that the help-subject I selected lead me to, and so I just went back and forth between the two tabs. Dashboard. Help page. Dashboard. Help page. Et cetera. Then I got choked up and just squealed "But mine doesn't look like that."
I was stopped from crying by another earthquake. They are constant surprises. Jerks. It's like there's a fault line sitting there and I bet it's omniscient and just waits until someone's doing something like getting on their new bike they got for Christmas and just when they're unbalanced and about to triumphantly find themselves straddling their bike the fault line says "Sorry buddy, I'm gonna knock you on your ass! Lolz!"

Fucking earthquakes. Because of you I'm still in my pyjamas at 6:15 watching the evening news and considering having a ham and cheese toasted sandwich for dinner because I haven't managed to get up and even be a productive enough human to get dressed, let alone shower, and un-productive humans are totally justified in having feeding for dinner that's not particularly nutritive and takes little effort.

Inspiration by Infection

So I have been thinking of creating a blog for some time now. Keeping it real seems to be the best thing to do, and tonight a real crazy situation inspired me to finally do it.

Tonight, or more specifically this afternoon I guess, Mother was admitted to the hospital for blisters. Ridiculous, no? But there are extenuating circumstances. You see, Mother has Diabetes. She got said blisters and because of complications arising from said disease, did not know she had them and they have become infected. So badly that she is on IV antibiotics.

Sister, closely followed by Father, both called me to update me on what was happening - I don't live in the same city you see. I couldn't even think of what to say to either of them. I started reading my sister a particularly hilarious post about a microwave perhaps to distract her from her upset? More likely because I felt more engaged by the microwave analysis than the fact that Mother is in the hospital. Am I a bad human?

The one thing I did think to say to them was to please let Mother know that the parcel full of chocolate-y goodness she so kindly sent to Husband and myself for Christmas has been driving around in a delivery van all day, in 28 degree (Celsius) heat. The company guarantees delivery to residences by 5pm on delivery day, so I want her to know as I know she will be suitably outraged by our lack of candy.

The other thing I ponder is whether Mother did this on purpose. I really don't believe so and evidence to support this belief follows...

1. She can't feel her feet, and thus the blisters on it.
2. Due to recent surgery, she can't see her feet, and thus the blisters on it.
3. She already has enough health problems so I don't expect she would willingly add to this.
4. She had a podiatrist appointment lined up for this week and when she called to confirm, the podiatrist's receptionist informed her they had no record of her appointment, or of her as a patient (where she has been going for 5 years).

Sister seems to feel the opposite, that is, this was on purpose.
I think I might blame the podiatrist for this wonderful piece of pre-christmas family upset. Blaming seems like a sufficiently good human thing to do, and I am worried about whether I am a good one.