I don't really know what to say about Mum any more.
Nicky said that she'd said she didn't want me bringing 'him' (John) to see her. That she had enough doctors telling her what to do.
Christ, I know it can't be easy for her, but she still should be able to realise that I'm bringing John because he's my partner - my family, not because he's a doctor.
They say it's good to talk to people in hospital about what's going on - so I was telling her about Mycroft being home, how well he gets along with Carla, and Sherlock's play, and she just didn't want to know. I thought...maybe being sober, she might...take it in, more, I suppose.
It certainly doesn't make me feel like making the effort to see her again any time soon. Perhaps that's what she wants. Who knows.
Anyway, onto more interesting things. Found these pictures. They're just beautiful. The guy found a way to replace the pigment in living, growing flowers with pure water. Amazing.
The website is here. You should go and look.
They seem so amazingly fragile. Ghostly, almost.
Went to see an osteopath earlier, about the migraines. He said my neck is almost 'too flexible' when I tip my head back, and that the joints in it separate too much when I tilt my head forward. I don't know quite what that means in terms of migraines... but he made everything crunch and worked on my shoulders for a while, as well as my back. He seemed nice. Young, bit posh. Called Charlie. Very friendly.
I can't say I found it relaxing, exactly, but I certainly felt woozy afterward. And walked straight into the chaos of a car crash - well, car vs. lorry. I identified myself, grabbed a spare Police hi-viz and helped sort out the traffic/onlookers until more backup arrived.
It was a bad one. I'm sure the driver didn't make it. The passenger may have, but it would have been touch and go.
I really don't understand people who want to look at accidents like that.
Right, should try and go back to sleep, I suppose.