GET GONE
The Beginning of an End to a Beginning
by Eduardo

   Sunday.
   Whew, what a hang over.  Tried to eat the egg and rasher of bacon Liam had cooked, but settled instead for a glass of water, hot coffee and headache pills. We both woke up around eleven thirty, when my mobile text rang. While we were sat at the kitchen table it went again so I opened up the phone to read the text while Liam was looking as it was from Eliza.  Its a shame he read it as I could tell he was very upset by what his mum had written. In it she accused me of 'putting a spell' on her or something and how it was not good.  We just looked at each other a little dumfounded.
"Mum's really lost it."   Liam said with sadness in his voice.
"Afraid so Son."   I had to agree.
We cleaned up and and I came down to the lodge to do some banking.  Sitting here I read her text again, trying try to fathom out what on earth she was rabbiting about. I knew what she was believing when she wrote it.  That something had not gone right this morning and she needed to blame someone as usual, even if it meant some fantasy or black magic.
Worrying and upset about the message, I decided to ring her.
Turns out that she could not sleep all night, or this morning and thought I might be putting some kind of magic spells on her to ruin her life.  Her sleeping pills have run out and she doesn't have any natural alternatives.  She sounded quite disturbed and obviously not in a very well state.
I laughed at her thoughts and promised to drop some Nytol off.  I couldn't see her in that state managing to go all the way into Richmond to the chemists in the pouring rain, if they were open.

  I needed to go out anyway to Sainsbury's and they have a pharmacy.   I asked Liam if he wanted to come to see Mum, but he declined.  So I left it at that and nipped out.
Its still raining buckets as I ring her flat number and wait for the door to open. Entering, it was immediately obvious Eliza is not feeling very good.  The weight loss is very obvious now and I would say she is very close to physical collapse from lack of sleep and the devils that keep her awake.
Fortunately I had found one sleeping pill in the medicine drawer, so I advised her to take the Nytol now and then the sleeping pill before bed later that afternoon.  Then I emphasised how on Monday, the most important job was to register at a local doctor, have a check up and get some sleep remedy.  She has Thompson local and an AtoZ map book, I made sure of that.  I accepted a coffee and chatted for a few minutes about her incredible weight loss which started in Japan.   We got into cause and effect from my reminding her of the years she would weigh herself sometimes twice daily and desperation to lose at least ten kilos.  I used to encourage her that she was not fat, she wasn't.  A spare tyre and some cellulite yes, but not fat.
I made her laugh when I reminded her of how I once put my arms around her and lifted slightly so the scales would dip.
Then I pointed out the cause she had made over all those years of wanting to lose the weight and how the effect had happened in Japan and is still going on.
"Its like everything you have been desperately wanting for years, whether rightly or wrongly, suddenly started when you went to Japan. And just look at the effects!"   I said motioning towards her body and then around the disorganised mess of a flat.
That was where the conversation broke down and she started going on about lack of money in her life. And how I had subjected her to suffering from destitute poverty all her life.
I answered back that her poverty was riches to most and got back the same argument that she is not most.  She can say that again.
I just got up, completely fed up with her and walked out.  I had gone down there out of concern for another human being, but just like always, this human being gives no satisfaction back.  There's always a thank you, following by a mountain of soul destroying attack.
As I went down in the lift, I thought how this would be one of the last times I would bother visiting here again.  Maybe next weekend, only if Liam wants to though, for me I'm just not bothered anymore.
She made every single wish and every cause, now she must endure every single effect all of her own making. The only concern I want relieved is to know that she has been to see a GP.

When I came home, Liam shouted downstairs to ask how it went.
"Oh okay." I replied.
"No arguments?" He asked
"Not really, mum just started on again so I left." I said back upstairs.
I went off to the lodge and caught up with the story so far.
My mind was already pre-occupied on more important matters than Eliza's causes and effects or the devils that still haunt her fantasy's.

Liam came down and we decided on an Indian home delivery tonight, which I ordered then went to the laundry room to finish ironing his school clothes for the week.
The meal arrived and we fully enjoyed. Feeling like wanting bed afterwards, we brushed teeth and off to dreamland we toddled.  Its up at six in morning and the car arrives at seven, then I have a busy day ahead of me with a pile of mail to do.  I have just realised I will have to return to Eliza tomorrow as I need her passport details for Liams replacement passport application as his is expiring.  Hope that can be a quick visit though.

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