I've not posted on here in a while as a few things have changed drastically in my life.
A week or so before my birthday (9th July) I found out that my mum had been admitted to hospital whilst she was in Hong Kong. My initial reaction was shock, but I sort of had this thought in the back of my mind that she'd be out in a day or so.
Little did I know the doctors found that she had blood clots in her brain which caused her to have a stroke. My dad immediately decided to book us all a flight to go to Hong Kong, (despite his return from there to the UK only a week before hand.) I got my driving test over with and passed. A few days later I was on the 11hour journey to Hong Kong.
It all seemed so surreal as it wasn't planned. For days it didn't even feel like I was there. Just seemed to be in a dream like state. I was there for a month and visited my mum in the hospital twice a day on most days. Some days she was positive, other days not so much. Slowly she started to gain strength in her leg, enough for her to be transferred to another hospital for patients in recovery. She had physiotherapy more often and they taught her how to walk again.
My dad told me she has been discharged from the hospital now, as my mum thinks she will get more of a chance to walk at home. She still hasn't got full use of her hand or foot yet, I really do hope there's some sort of improvement soon. It's times like these where I ponder about religion and such. I've never been a believer, but maybe I need some answers.
Pretty much all the while in Hong Kong, I was counting down the days until my return. However on the last week I felt differently. I actually didn't want to leave. I've been back for a week and I feel miserable. The house doesn't feel like a home. It has this empty feeling, no warmth. My boyfriend has stayed with me everyday this week, but it's just not the same. We went to Manchester on Wednesday to see one of my favourite bands and returned on Thursday. It took my mind off things for a short while, as with alcohol, it's only a short term effect.
I'm hoping my mum will be able to return to the UK in another month or so. Who knows what I'd be like when I earn enough to move out... I'd probably spending more time at home than I do now!