"Did your ancestors kick Jesus when he was a baby or something?"

Said Renee to me just minutes ago when I mentioned to her that this afternoon my Aunty was taken to intensive care with respiratory issues.

So my cousin Tina has had very slow improvement this week, but it IS improvement.

This is my baby cousin Tina-Louise... Get well sweetie! xo

So, in the last fortnight, Decs smashes a glass door open with his head, cousin taken to intensive care with Guillian Barre Syndrome who then caught a hospital super bug and now my Aunty is in ICU with respiratory issues.

That is three. Things come in threes?

Except I think in my case, or the case of my family, 3000's may be more accurate. Hence why Renee's comment holds water. Yes I chuckled at it, but honestly what else can you do?

I contemplated starting to write a list of all the hits and kicks I (and my family) has received over the years but then I would literally be here all night. Insanity.

"God gives challenges to those he thinks can handle it!"

What a load of bollocks! The bottom line is you learn to adapt, progress and just deal with it. There isn't really a choice. The only alternative is to top yourself, and quite frankly that is NOT a road that I feel SHOULD be an option for anyone. You would only hurt all the people you leave behind.

One of my friends in high school tried to commit suicide, I was the one who found her covered in blood. It was terrifying and very sad for both her and myself, but for her it just showed how desperate she was, how much pain she was in and how she felt she had no choice.

It is now 13 years on from this happening and I am glad to say that after help, she is now living a happy and healthy life. I saw her even recently and she is settled, owns her own home, has a great partner and is happy.

Anyway, don't take this as a depressive post. It isn't at all. It is just once more rambling on about current thoughts.

Yadda yadda, blah blah and i'm done...