Stranded (by sarah)

Late Thursday night I got to the designated pick up point and discovered that dad was not there 🙁 So I phoned him and lo! he was still at the Mill and was quiet hypo (hypoglycemic - low blood sugar levels - dad is an insuline dependent siabetic) and I was stuck in Cheltenham at 11 o'clock with a car pulling up next to me - so being paranoid I legged it whilst still talking Dad into eating another buscuit. Barbara had just come back so I was sort of hoping she would make sure he eat the busciut and hung up and started to phone my writting teachter, but alas and alack... voice mail, I carried on heading towards her house anyway.

Phoned Dad again and convinced him to make himself a proper sandwitch, hung up and was about to panickally phone Ella in Wincester to get my friend Andrews number as he lives in Cheltenham so that I could then phone him if I didn't get through to my writting teatcher - fortunatly she phoned back at this point - informed me I was actually outside her house and let me in.

At this point I was wondering why on earth I had ignored my instincts - I had purposly gone against my cut instinct in order to not upset Dad who had been mantaining earlier that day that I keep checking up on him too much. I therefore did not phone to remind about afternoon snake and I even ignored the faint panicy feeling later in the everning to checked head eaten enough dinner. The worst bit was my writting teatcher had been being all panicky and thought I shouldnt go to the meeting spot on my own - ironicallly if I'd listerned to her I'd have simply had a lift home curtasy of a nice woman from the group but I didn't and so I found my self stranded at Anna's (the writing teachers) house.

I knew dad would be whiped out ofter such a bad hypo (it wasnt at coma inducing levels but missed them but a little tiny bit) so I told him to sleep in the Mill in my bed in the warm as I'd already been nervous about him sleeping in the Bakery which currently has no heating as I'm sure the temperature extremes where making his sugar levels go all over the place.

I slept on the setee at Annas flate watching for a good while some cute bloke on the TV going around the world via the Tropic of Capricorn, which was actually really interesting. I also spent half the night writting down story ideas and concepts and reading my New Scientist. For me it actually ended up being a very constructive day and is probably responsible for the only time I have ever actually read the whole of one New Scientist before the next one arrives!

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