Hey Nonny Nonny (That's me, converting my sounds of woe)
Yesterday boded fair to be good day. I wrote in the morning, made lunch for my mother (who worked 6 AM to 12:15), we ate together and then I drove her to her other job, cleaning a nice lady's house. I offered to help her (which I've never done before but once, and that was for her Land Trust job), so that she might get done in half the time.
This, because I was to have my first guitar lesson at 4, and I thought - if I drove with her, helped her, returned with her, then she could drive me to my lesson and be home for the afternoon for rest or whatever, and I wouldn't have to both take her and pick her up, which is extra gas money and miles... Everybody wins!
Maybe I'm a bad luck charm, or something.
Anyway, I was upstairs, dusting and probably singing to myself, when I heard her cry of pain. She had fallen badly and landed on her ankle, which ballooned right up like a puffer fish. Since I was there, with car, I was able to easily cancel my guitar lesson and take her to Urgent Care. HOW CONVENIENT, RIGHT???
How very complicated it would have been if she had been alone, and yet, I wonder if she had been alone, would it even have happened? Who can tell these things?
Urgent Care took x-rays. Indeed, a fracture. Even a bit of a shatter, truth be told. (Oh, gawds, those last two lines have the cadence of the Kushiel books. I can see I need to read something else and quickly. I can't be starting all my sentences with "Indeed" and ending them with "truth be told." It would be UNSEEMLY! And I'd have to extend the tattoo on my back quite a ways, and spy for the glory of Naamah. And, you know, do other things.)
The women of the Urgent Care sold us a pair of crutches and an air cast and sent us home.
Sita bravely scaled Mount Camelot, all two flights of stairs, on her bottom and backward. "Nothing in haste" is what we keep telling each other. Make sure to take time to breathe. Just get the thing done.
I woke up this morning in a panic at 4:30 AM, hearing the snow ploughs. The night had been clear as crystal when I went to bed, and was clear as crystal again then. And yet - two inches of snow!
Panic, yes, I had reason. Because LAST WEEKEND during the storm, our car was towed. $160 down the drain. Bloop, bloop, bloop. And now medical care! And down to only myself working, who am down to 1-2 days of work a week.
I'd better get my taxes done, like, now, is all I can think of.
My head hurts.
Luckily, no one towed anything. But I couldn't go back to sleep, being all fretful and jittery, so I got up and scraped off the car then drove it around and parked it somewhere safe, then got worried that it wasn't safe, so then I drove it back to where it was. Okay, go ahead, laugh. Perhaps I wasn't in my right mind.
I think the pre-dawn chill and the morning stars cleared my brains a little. Maybe I just needed solid action. I don't know. Anyway, it is sunny now.
It is nearly 1 PM. I managed to sleep a little more, and make a nice breakfast, and do the nice grown-up things one does as a... a caregiver, I guess. How very grown up all this is. When I lived alone I never broke anything, but even when I was sick I never went to an urgent care. It never occurred to me, really. I'd've had to WALK! I'm sure if anything had gotten that dire, my dad or my friends would've helped me out. They did bring me soup and groceries on a couple occasions. Strange. But surviving on one's own, while one develops endurance, doesn't really give one the sense of adulthood that... service to another human being does.
I'm of an age wherein, had I chosen it, I might have the charge of children. My brother already had three by the time he was 31. I never wanted them, but I can see how taking responsibility for someone else's fragile being could develop a person's ingenuity and steadfastness (and totally stress them out) in ways it is difficult to imagine when you only have yourself to look out for.
Mostly my mother and I take EXCELLENT care of EACH OTHER. But the balance has shifted a bit, and will maybe stay shifted for a few weeks yet.
I am honored that such a responsibility has shifted to me. I hope I may prove competent and not horribly mess things up, or do something stupid to render us both incapacitated, or get sick, or anything. And to that end, I am TAKING MY VITAMINS.
And that's it. I'm sorry it's a boring blog today. I am going to swallow some Tylenol now.
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This, because I was to have my first guitar lesson at 4, and I thought - if I drove with her, helped her, returned with her, then she could drive me to my lesson and be home for the afternoon for rest or whatever, and I wouldn't have to both take her and pick her up, which is extra gas money and miles... Everybody wins!
Maybe I'm a bad luck charm, or something.
Anyway, I was upstairs, dusting and probably singing to myself, when I heard her cry of pain. She had fallen badly and landed on her ankle, which ballooned right up like a puffer fish. Since I was there, with car, I was able to easily cancel my guitar lesson and take her to Urgent Care. HOW CONVENIENT, RIGHT???
How very complicated it would have been if she had been alone, and yet, I wonder if she had been alone, would it even have happened? Who can tell these things?
Urgent Care took x-rays. Indeed, a fracture. Even a bit of a shatter, truth be told. (Oh, gawds, those last two lines have the cadence of the Kushiel books. I can see I need to read something else and quickly. I can't be starting all my sentences with "Indeed" and ending them with "truth be told." It would be UNSEEMLY! And I'd have to extend the tattoo on my back quite a ways, and spy for the glory of Naamah. And, you know, do other things.)
The women of the Urgent Care sold us a pair of crutches and an air cast and sent us home.
Sita bravely scaled Mount Camelot, all two flights of stairs, on her bottom and backward. "Nothing in haste" is what we keep telling each other. Make sure to take time to breathe. Just get the thing done.
I woke up this morning in a panic at 4:30 AM, hearing the snow ploughs. The night had been clear as crystal when I went to bed, and was clear as crystal again then. And yet - two inches of snow!
Panic, yes, I had reason. Because LAST WEEKEND during the storm, our car was towed. $160 down the drain. Bloop, bloop, bloop. And now medical care! And down to only myself working, who am down to 1-2 days of work a week.
I'd better get my taxes done, like, now, is all I can think of.
My head hurts.
Luckily, no one towed anything. But I couldn't go back to sleep, being all fretful and jittery, so I got up and scraped off the car then drove it around and parked it somewhere safe, then got worried that it wasn't safe, so then I drove it back to where it was. Okay, go ahead, laugh. Perhaps I wasn't in my right mind.
I think the pre-dawn chill and the morning stars cleared my brains a little. Maybe I just needed solid action. I don't know. Anyway, it is sunny now.
It is nearly 1 PM. I managed to sleep a little more, and make a nice breakfast, and do the nice grown-up things one does as a... a caregiver, I guess. How very grown up all this is. When I lived alone I never broke anything, but even when I was sick I never went to an urgent care. It never occurred to me, really. I'd've had to WALK! I'm sure if anything had gotten that dire, my dad or my friends would've helped me out. They did bring me soup and groceries on a couple occasions. Strange. But surviving on one's own, while one develops endurance, doesn't really give one the sense of adulthood that... service to another human being does.
I'm of an age wherein, had I chosen it, I might have the charge of children. My brother already had three by the time he was 31. I never wanted them, but I can see how taking responsibility for someone else's fragile being could develop a person's ingenuity and steadfastness (and totally stress them out) in ways it is difficult to imagine when you only have yourself to look out for.
Mostly my mother and I take EXCELLENT care of EACH OTHER. But the balance has shifted a bit, and will maybe stay shifted for a few weeks yet.
I am honored that such a responsibility has shifted to me. I hope I may prove competent and not horribly mess things up, or do something stupid to render us both incapacitated, or get sick, or anything. And to that end, I am TAKING MY VITAMINS.
And that's it. I'm sorry it's a boring blog today. I am going to swallow some Tylenol now.
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