My weekend
My weekend has already been quite busy. I don't have the kids, so my time is theoretically my own.
Earlier I went to a meeting with a guy in the national association of purchasing managers that I'm part of. We went over how to add some pages to our website. Then as I was leaving, my son called me to say his father was having a diabetic/low blood sugar episode and wasn't coherent. I told him to call 911. He sounded hesitant (I know my ex has told him not to). So I hung up and I called 911. I was an hour away from my ex's house at the time. 911 told me to have my son call 911, because I was out of the metro calling area and I wasn't the one who needed the service. So I called my son back. He hadn't called 911. I told him to do so. He said he would. I drive for a bit. I call back. My ex answers the phone, sounding reasonably coherent now. Of course, he can do that really well, scarily well, flipping sober and normal on and off with loony-toons crazy with hardly a blink in between. It doesn't mean he's actually coherent - just that he can act like it for short periods. So him telling me all was fine on the phone wasn't reassuring. All it told me was that my son hadn't succeeded in calling 911. I could hear my son in the background saying he was confused and didn't know what was going on or why my ex, his father, had been acting weird before if he was okay now.
::sigh:: So I call a friend who lives 15 minutes away, old friend of the ex, who I already had plans today to go out to a movie with. He has diabetes too, though he, like most diabetics (but not my ex), manages it. He said he'd drive right over. I keep driving. Forty minutes later, I arrive. No friend. My ex is still undressed, but gets basically presentable once I'm there. My son is sulking and focussed on TV. Daughter is in the bathtub and has washed her hair with bubble bath. Ex seems basically okay, says his blood sugar level is 52. Which is horrible, but what the hell can I do? If he seems normal to me, then he's going to seem normal to the cops.
I go sit outside on the curb and think. I call the friend's house and talk to his mother, who lives with him. She tells me I should tell my ex to go have blood work done and see a doctor. Um ... yeah. Lived with the asshole for 17 years. If he was prone to managing his condition, then he would have it managed. If he was likely to follow my advice, we wouldn't be getting divorced. Friend shows up about then. I mentally put friend on asshole list for being 15 minutes away, saying he was going right over, and arriving 50 minutes later. Friend goes in to talk with my ex. I stay outside and grind my teeth.
Friend exits. We go see Rise of the Planet of the Apes. Good movie. I lose my wallet in the theatre, but luckily notice before we leave and miraculously find it. So I come back home. I write a Heroes drabble. I surf the internet. I read someone else's Heroes story, usually an excellent writer, and I am seriously not feeling it. Probably has nothing to do with their story. I'm tense, I'm angry and I haven't eaten since 8 and it's 5:30 now. I don't feel hungry. I feel like I want to kick someone's ass.
Okay now, my plans ...
Today
Eat
I'm going to read and edit the next More Between Us story
Then the D&D game will start.
I will pay my bills and fold the laundry during that. (Laundry is done already, just needs folding)
I probably will not make my Boom writing goal today
Tomorrow
WRITE, dammit! I'll need 1,600 words to make the shortfall from today's goal and do tomorrow's amount.
Sex
Bread
Set up those web pages I met with the guy about today
Do a little of the work I brought home from work
Get the kids
Oh, and PS, I hate LJ's new formatting crapola. I figure I'll learn it and get used to it, but I liked the way I was already familiar with.
Earlier I went to a meeting with a guy in the national association of purchasing managers that I'm part of. We went over how to add some pages to our website. Then as I was leaving, my son called me to say his father was having a diabetic/low blood sugar episode and wasn't coherent. I told him to call 911. He sounded hesitant (I know my ex has told him not to). So I hung up and I called 911. I was an hour away from my ex's house at the time. 911 told me to have my son call 911, because I was out of the metro calling area and I wasn't the one who needed the service. So I called my son back. He hadn't called 911. I told him to do so. He said he would. I drive for a bit. I call back. My ex answers the phone, sounding reasonably coherent now. Of course, he can do that really well, scarily well, flipping sober and normal on and off with loony-toons crazy with hardly a blink in between. It doesn't mean he's actually coherent - just that he can act like it for short periods. So him telling me all was fine on the phone wasn't reassuring. All it told me was that my son hadn't succeeded in calling 911. I could hear my son in the background saying he was confused and didn't know what was going on or why my ex, his father, had been acting weird before if he was okay now.
::sigh:: So I call a friend who lives 15 minutes away, old friend of the ex, who I already had plans today to go out to a movie with. He has diabetes too, though he, like most diabetics (but not my ex), manages it. He said he'd drive right over. I keep driving. Forty minutes later, I arrive. No friend. My ex is still undressed, but gets basically presentable once I'm there. My son is sulking and focussed on TV. Daughter is in the bathtub and has washed her hair with bubble bath. Ex seems basically okay, says his blood sugar level is 52. Which is horrible, but what the hell can I do? If he seems normal to me, then he's going to seem normal to the cops.
I go sit outside on the curb and think. I call the friend's house and talk to his mother, who lives with him. She tells me I should tell my ex to go have blood work done and see a doctor. Um ... yeah. Lived with the asshole for 17 years. If he was prone to managing his condition, then he would have it managed. If he was likely to follow my advice, we wouldn't be getting divorced. Friend shows up about then. I mentally put friend on asshole list for being 15 minutes away, saying he was going right over, and arriving 50 minutes later. Friend goes in to talk with my ex. I stay outside and grind my teeth.
Friend exits. We go see Rise of the Planet of the Apes. Good movie. I lose my wallet in the theatre, but luckily notice before we leave and miraculously find it. So I come back home. I write a Heroes drabble. I surf the internet. I read someone else's Heroes story, usually an excellent writer, and I am seriously not feeling it. Probably has nothing to do with their story. I'm tense, I'm angry and I haven't eaten since 8 and it's 5:30 now. I don't feel hungry. I feel like I want to kick someone's ass.
Okay now, my plans ...
Today
Eat
I'm going to read and edit the next More Between Us story
Then the D&D game will start.
I will pay my bills and fold the laundry during that. (Laundry is done already, just needs folding)
I probably will not make my Boom writing goal today
Tomorrow
WRITE, dammit! I'll need 1,600 words to make the shortfall from today's goal and do tomorrow's amount.
Sex
Bread
Set up those web pages I met with the guy about today
Do a little of the work I brought home from work
Get the kids
Oh, and PS, I hate LJ's new formatting crapola. I figure I'll learn it and get used to it, but I liked the way I was already familiar with.