Of Falls and Tumbles...

Two of my favourite girls have had falls. One is my Grandma and the other is my 'Angel' friend.

My Grandma had her fall early in the morning. She must have been in so much pain. I hope nothing had happened. Going to take her to the doctors to make sure anyway. At that age, even the smallest thing could be dangerous. My mum and dad might be going out to get a wheelchair for her. Maybe then we can take her to the beach at least. It's barely a kilometer away and she still hasn't been there. Hopefully, it can perk her up a little bit. I know she must miss Sri Lanka terribly... the gardens and the space and the familiar faces. She must be feeling so alienated here. I don't know what to do really. Both me and my sis are busy. We try to spend time with her but sometimes I find her sitting alone staring into space. *sigh* She's had a hard life.

Angel has hers on Thursday evening after class. And that stubborn girl didn't tell me until after I got on the bus and travelled for a while. I should have come back when I heard it. Me and my stupid indecisiveness. Her sprain looked quite bad too... pretty much swollen. I dread to think the pain she was in when she climbed up and down those stairs on the way to her house. *sigh* And again in a stunning display of stubbornness, she didn't take a taxi. What on earth am I going to do with her...? Hope it turns out okay, otherwise a doctor's visit is inevitable and this time she won't be able to run away from it.

Me? No, I haven't had any falls. Though a 'fall' might be a good thing to wake me up. Anyhow, going to try and do my assignments. So much to do... and so little time...