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The past 24 hours have been awful. I drove my mom and I to a nearby town for groceries where we kept having to dodge people we know but don’t want to deal with. Plus I ran into an old coworker of mine from Edmonton who now works there as a teacher, so I had to explain my academic failures (which aren’t truly so if you know the whole story, but who wants to ever listen to that) to her and justify why I’m in the middle of nowhere, and the produce at both stores was quite atrocious so we ended up not getting much, which made the trip a waste of time.

Then I wake up this morning to discover my mom with a bashed up face. She apparently fell and hit her face to the nighttable last night, so her cheekbones are all swollen and bruised, plus she got bashed in the eye, on the actual eyeball, and the cornea is completely blood red. And for those of you who remember, she’s had a plethora of high-risk eye surgeries over the past couple years (a couple of which could leave you blind due to the slightest slip-up) and is still recovering from them so I was freaking out trying to figure out how to get her to a hospital in the middle of nowhere. After calling three hospitals/clinics, whose optometrists are all either not in today or already left and done for the day (and doctors at emergency won’t be able to help her since they don’t have the proper equipment and knowledge to deal with such an issue), we figured that the closest we could get to is to a city right by Edmonton, but I can’t do city driving. So, long story short, she was able to find a neighbour to drive there, so I’m sitting here now nervously drinking this cold brew and eating liquorice all sorts (all the jelly buttons and coconut rolls are belong to me). Stupid butterfly effect. None of this would have happened had we not gone out yesterday.

Right. Sorry, I know this isn’t a diary, but it’s very frustrating and stressful to continually watch her get hurt, have health complications, etc, which are preventing us from packing everything, organizing an auction, selling the house, etc, to get out of here once and for all. I feel like we’ll be trapped here forever.

So, this tea. Good as usual. Ended up cold brewing it for two days and it didn’t go too tart or syrupy.