Mr Ayak has been away for a few days, staying with his cousin in Fethiye. His cousin is a dentist and he has been carrying out a considerable amount of work on Mr A's teeth....long overdue. What he's having done would take weeks in the UK but it's all been achieved in a couple of days. It's very painful...I can tell from the conversations we've had on the phone...he can hardly speak because it's so uncomfortable. He's due back today with his nifty new gnashers!
There have been other family members staying with his cousin this week, one of them being his cousin's mother...my father-in-law's sister. Mr Ayak phoned yesterday to say that his aunt told him that my father-in-law is going to sell our house...yes that's the right...the house we live in! You'd think he might have told us first?
I don't know how true this is. Mr Ayak has sent him a message asking him what's going on, but as yet has received no reply. Perhaps it's a misunderstanding on the part of his aunt? My first reaction was to burst into tears...but I recognise now that this was just my responding to all the shitty stuff that's been going on recently, and I somehow had to let it all out. Mr A tells me not to worry. He says he will sort it out. I have to trust him to do this, and having slept on it, I know he will do what he can to make sure we stay here. And even if we don't...it's not the end of the world....we've moved so many times, I'm getting used to it.
There are other issues concerning my father-in-law...there are problems within his immediate family in Ankara which are causing a great deal of stress to all those concerned, so I'm taking a step back from all this and waiting for the dust to settle. I suppose it's quite possible that he made some throw-away comment about selling our house, in the heat of the moment, and it's been picked up and taken out of context. Wait and see...ie watch this space.
I have to own up to putting off a visit to the hospital to deal with my back problem. I always procrastinate when it comes to seeing doctors. I just keep trying to convince myself that it's getting better. Well it isn't really, so I've agreed to go to the hospital on Monday. It will be two weeks since my accident, and I should have seen some improvement by now.
I've mentioned before how I have this need to keep changing the furniture around. The damp patch on the wall in our bedroom has increased in size and I'm not happy about continuing to sleep in it at the moment. So Mr Ayak has agreed to move us into the spare bedroom when he returns today. Of course if I didn't have a problem with my back, I'd have attempted it myself by now, so all I've been able to do is to measure up the space and decide where everything's going to be placed. It probably sounds a bit silly, but I'm actually quite excited about moving into a different room. It's sad isn't it? I really should get out more!
I'm still sad about having to re-home Milly and Monty, but at the same time relieved that I did it sooner rather than later, before I had chance to become so attached to them that I'd never have been able to let them go.
The next task for Mr Ayak is going to be to find a job. He has work lined up for the summer which will start around the end of April, but needs to find some way of earning money in the meantime. It's not easy at this time of the year, particularly locally, and I don't hold out much hope. So it may mean him having to go away again for a couple of months. It's not ideal...but needs must. We'll cope...we always do.