Get me more Choglet

It’s a long time to have been away from the blog, such an old blog now. Dear J, you are no more. Dear P, you went away with all your love for this world, your pleasure in just living. My dear friend M has a uterine cyst which the doctor won’t operate saying it’s too dangerous, and to wait till an emergency occurs, though everywhere I read suggests it’s a very treatable condition. Ma has been losing weight over the last year, has high pressure and had microalbuminuria, has been getting injections for macular oedema caused by diabetic retinopathy. In one eye, it has progressed to cystoids macular oedema, so she was given a steroid which cost Rs 38k and is supposed to last for 3 months. This last I paid for.

We were in C for a week for the yearly paperwork, and ma was relaxed and her pressure was also down. We have been back for only a couple of days, but she is tired, lethargic. I will do 5 things: get a urine chemistry done, check her pressure, start looking for a cook, take an appointment for an eye check-up and get an ECG done. Does it never become OK, with everything alright for some time?

My boss has also quit, the person coming in his place is just notorious. Ar ki, my own eye check-up is also due. The amount of flashes I have been seeing suggests I might need another laser. I have been having sweets like it’s nobody’s business, which I hope will stop once all the C sweets finish.

Did I say that we went to Jaipur, where ma’s pressure shot up? I am not sure whether it was at all a break for her. She ended with a cold which turned into a fever and stayed till I made her take Crocin. C was a break in a very obvious way in comparison. Maybe from now on, we can just take breaks by going home.

Ma bought gold earrings, rather pretty, I thought. After much fighting over whether she would put in more money than already sent down the drain for this gold scheme. I bought 3(!) pairs of silver earrings, that indigo cloth and a ghastly kurta from Jaipur. Ate phuchka, biryani and sweets religiously in C, couldn't have chicken roll, checked out 1 much-hyped new restaurant and was relieved to find that it was just hype and the food quite nondescript, went to C Club for the first time and found it nothing to write home about, went to Hatibagan and sadly, didn't buy anything.

We have this dog who comes for dinner all the way to our 4^th floor flat. And poor M the cat died. I wish I earned so much more. I met my evil aunt and it has left a bitter taste.