Thems the breaks

Broken dreams, that'll be what Eddie will be having tonight. Getting to sleep could be a problem, what with the pain, discomfort, and a hefty great cast on. And then once asleep, no doubt he'll be tormented by visions of plaster, crutches, slow-mo re-runs of that infamous tackle. Poor thing is going to be out of action for quite some time. Feel even more bad mother-ish than ever; because he hobbled from the fracture clinic to the bus, to college, then back to the bus and finally home up the hill, and kind of overdid it. Was too mobile too soon, which compressed his original cast out of shape – became too tight and constricting, plus exacerbated the injury, making it incredibly painful. Ended up back in A&E here to have the 12hr old cast cut off, and a replacement one put on. Bummer. Was the same nurse, who accused us of stalking her as this was the third visit up there in less than a week.

Must say he's being amazingly good-spirited about the whole thing, although obviously devastated by the repercussions. This cast is a temporary one for two weeks, after which he'll have a 'Wayne Rooney boot' for at least six weeks. No chance of getting in the sea and body boarding or surfing for 3months or so, and not fully healed for a further 3months. So that's blown snow boarding out for him as well. Feel terrible that there's nothing I can do to help. And he's going to be stuck in the house bored out of his brain for the next few days at least. Doctors orders, he gas to stay off it, rest, and keep it elevated. So no college either – he's going to get so far behind, and he was just starting to make some progress there.

Will have to make a point of playing some games, spend time chatting – maybe try to borrow some dvd's from the college library before we break up for Xmas, just so he doesn't feel too abandoned; combat some of the boredom. Will have to tell my mum, and maybe get in touch with his paternal grandparents to muster up some sympathy. He's had such a run of bad luck lately.

Heard from Wendy today re her medical crisis – results unequivocal, which apparently means she has to go up for more tests tomorrow. Says she's ok about it, but how can she be? I'd be panicking, absolutely terrified. She's made of some stern stuff that lady. Total respect. Really hope it turns out to be benign. Don't know what I'll do if it's cancer; won't know how to help and I hate being useless. Like the hypochondriac I am, I keep feeling for the weird little lump under my arm pit, but it's definitely less painful now, and it's much smaller, so must be a boil or a pimple. Plagued by spots/bad skin at the moment – my chin's a disaster area. So embarrassing at my age.

Busy day today all round. Manically cleaned the bathroom first thing, only to have the shower people ring up and cancel the installment of a new one, due to their engineer ringing in sick. Went over to Graham's, via Halfords to pick up some more Maritime Blue spray paint, and a bottle of T-cut (whatever the hell that is – some kind of restorative polish?). Hoovered and washed down throughout, and scrubbed the outside. Now it's been put back together again it doesn't look too bad. A miracle considering the state it was in only a week ago. Not too pleased about the text msge I got tonight though, saying that the back brakes are no good – parts needed. And that he's found another hole to be welded. Also, going to have to buy new tyre(s). Expect there'll be something else as well, just hoping like hell it'll get through, and without being mega expensive.

Nice to hang out at Graham's even though it's muddy and every thing's all manky. Can't help but still feel all melty when I look at him. Can't explain it, or understand why – it makes no sense, so I guess it must be lurve. I suggested that we christen the car when it eventually passes, by having a candle-lit shag in it – maybe at some beauty spot with a view. Have to choose a name, possibly Rusty, seeing as we've inherited the tradition with poor old Brian. Will be sad to see him go – an end of an era. The places we've been and seen, all those camping expeditions, and the many nights it's been slept in – our home away from home. Such a shame, he was so good, so reliable. Fingers crossed, his successor will do him proud.

Interview with Kurt Jackson was brilliant, so inspiring. His work's fantastic, and such a privilege to see his studio, view loads of his paintings. He was great to talk to; pity I couldn't get the mini-disc thing to record again, so will have to rely on the notes we took to write up the article, but hey-ho, thems the breaks (to keep with the theme). Will expand on what pearls we gleaned tomorrow, as don't want to start a new page, and need to get some sleep in myself. Sweet dreams needed all round.