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I haven't looked at this, I haven't even thought about this blog for almost a whole year!
Well I have had an interesting and stressful few years:
First off my parents separated in a very ordered and civil fashion something me and my siblings were fully aware they intended to do a full two years before they told us.
Everyone seems much happier with the way things are now.
Dad no longer has a 50 minuet commute to his 18 hour work.
So basically I see much more of him now.
Still at the time the transition was while planned down to the last detail quite a stressful time.
Both my parents moved to temporary housing until their respective new properties were finished construction.
This meant I practically moved house four times in one year!
All this was hardest on mother who often displays obsessive compulsive tendencies (as a lot of mothers tend to).
She likes everything organised and neat and can became irrational and aggressive when this is not the case.
She found the disorder inherent in moving property especially stressful.
This was compounded by the fact that she was supporting three kids and had just lost the majority of dad's income and lacked any proper job experience other than retail (a field in which employers always employ young attractive people over older but more experienced potential employees)
This had all happened before my last blog entry and in retrospect I'm surprised I didn't mention any it.
After that last entry I ditched even sparsely updating this thing as my leaving cert (Irish state exam at the end of school that determines what places in college you can get) was approaching in a few months time and the impossible happened...I actually studied.
I had ten subjects to pass some with more than one paper so it had me just a little worried.
And yet it was easier than I expected it to be.
But a few days in I was hit with a shock I came home to find dad there.
Odd considering that we spent the week with mother and the weekends with dad.
When I got home he whisked me off to the hospital to where my siblings were beside my mothers bed.
The headaches and migraines she had been complain about the last while that the GP had diagnosed eye strain turned out to be an aneurysm which had ruptured.
She was suffering from severe hemorrhaging in the brain the doctors were desperately tyring to stabilise her enough for transport to Beaumount hospital as they did not possess the equipment or specialists for the operation required to save her life.
Knowing what I did about biology I knew if she could almost die without warning.
Despite this I had another test to go to the next the day.
Still I didn't let it put me off and ploughed through it.
A few weeks later she returned home the doctors having successfully sealed the aneurysm with a endovascular coiling ( translated from the unnecessary Latin means invessal coiling this is where they insert I assume a coil into the thick vassals around the thigh and groin and pass it up into the the brain where it causes a thrombotic (?) reaction which if successful seals the aneurysm (and leaves a platinum coil which as a metal coil heats up if exposed to large amounts of EM radiation)
As you would imagine she found walking and difficult and had to have us (my siblings and I) do most of everything for her.
This is harder than it sounds not because we had to do everything but because we had to do it for her.
As I mentioned before she exhibits OC tendencies towards neatness and order this extends to the point that she cannot relax if she feels anything is out of place.
The longer she remains in one place the more things she sees that she wants corrected.
The more things she corrects the more she sees.
The more she sees the more frustrated, unreasonable and aggressive she becomes.
This is someone whose blood pressure we have to keep low.
The only way round this is have it very difficult to see something out of place which is hard, it's like having a job cleaning show houses were if you screw up some one could die.
Since then she has been in and out of surgery and is on critical illness benefit and trying to pay her bills off that paltry offering.
What ever about most benefits being small enough sums critical illness benefit is for people whose doctors say they cannot work the only available option of real income.
Despite all that I still got the results I wanted.
Yet surprisingly not the course, turns out they mucked up and no one was signed up to the course this year.
But I got another course, it doesn't have as an exiting curriculum but at least it's run by people at least competent at administration.
It's also on the far shore of the country but this being Ireland that just means a four hour bus journey home at the weekends the rest of the time...Independence whOOO!
It takes a bit of adjustment for the first while I was still cooking for four.
And it takes some time ,some new friends and some late nights to realise the mind blowing convince of having a super market open 24/7 three minuets walk from your apartment.
Speaking of friends my new friends here make me realise how crappy my old friends were (if you could even call them that).
As for the course itself (bachelor in computer science with computer games design) it assumes no prior experience.
Which means that so far this year it's been mind meltingly simple as it would be to anyone with a dribble of programing such as myself.
My biggest fear is that as that it's hard to pay attention to people teaching you things you already know, my attention will slip and miss the transition between things I know and the vital things I have yet to learn.
And that's where I am at the moment.
My first year of college is approching the end and my life is finialy getting some kind of order to it.
