1574 - "Dressed in purple shirts & lace/Smelling not of beer but flowers/And with no hair in face."
In which I am not particularly articulate, but I do make a longer post than usual.
First of all, I want to say how lucky and privileged I am to work a job where I can call in to work, say I am not coming in, not because I was injured but because someone else was injured and I spent a good portion of the night in the ER with them. That is amazing to me.
Yesterday Anthony's parents visited.
It went much better than these things usually do. They even brought his brother along who is doing a lot better since he broke up with Josette. We watched some football (and I had it explained to me), went out for dinner and came back for a bit of a rest before they drove 3 hours back to Washington.
Both of Anthony's parents have mobility issues and there are a LOT of precarious stairs from our entrance to the street, so Dave walked right behind his Mom in case she fell. Unfortunately she tripped and fell forward, smashing her face onto the pavement and splitting the skin on her nose all the way from the tip to her eyebrow.
So Anthony and his dad drive off to the ER and Dave and I stay here in case they need us to bring them anything later. Which eventually they did since they had to cut her shirt off and needed an extra.
We spent about the next 5 hours or so in the ER as she was drugged, scanned and stitched.
Eventually she was cleared to be released with 3 days worth of antibiotics and pain meds and they decided to continue driving home.
What's worrisome about this is that she currently has no medical insurance in the US and Canada (despite our socialist utopia) is totally going to bill them for everything on top of the fact that they're going to need to find money for more drugs and antibiotics as well as plastic surgery for the tip of her nose.
Anthony and I are currently better off than they are, not so much in income but in that we don't have a bazillion-dollar shitty home loan sitting on top of us on top of no job. So we've decided to help as much as we can. This is definitely going to involve LOTS of cuts to our budget, even just for a short while (though I suspect it may be longer.)
It's kind of funny (no, not really), Anthony's parents are the poster-children for the economic collapse, there's so much going on there that I don't know if they'll ever get out.
-Double/triple subprime mortgages on their property. They've paid out more on their place than it was ever worth.
-Bankruptcy.
-Multiple disabling physical illnesses. (She's got no insurance coverage right now, he's got his through the VA.)
-Mental illness.
-Generational poverty./Class issues up the wazoo.
-Lack of higher education.
-Abuse/violence. (Both giving and receiving)
-Isolation (I don't think that either of them have any real friends any more.)
There are more points I thought of last night while trying to fall asleep but can't think of now. Basically, they've run out of bootstraps.
So yes. I called in. Not sorry really. Anthony didn't, in fact he even went in at 5AM, but that's because if he doesn't do his job, the entire Whole Foods will fall apart. Wish he could have stayed though, I want cuddling.
My plans for the day include indulging in really really shitty food for breakfast since I am craving a McDonald's Sausage&Egg McMuffin and then buying Anthony his craving for when he gets home which is bizarrely bran flakes with cowmilk (we usually use almond milk since USUALLY neither of us likes cowmilk all that much.) After that I will head down the hill, stop by the Community House to get my ass on the garden plot waiting list and pick up kitty supplies.
Then I am going to come home and read a book. I have several.
Just about finished Life of Thomas More which has been awesome although thick. I've learned a ridiculous amount. I need to read more Peter Ackroyd.
Then I've got an odd trifecta of readings:
The Bible: A Biography by Karen Armstrong. It's been too long since I've read any of her stuff and this is one of my favourite subjects ever.
Black Boy by Richard Wright. Recommended by sunlit_window.
and
The Ticket that Exploded by William S Burroughs because Anthony knows that the best way to get me to read what you want me to read is to simply hand me a book.
First of all, I want to say how lucky and privileged I am to work a job where I can call in to work, say I am not coming in, not because I was injured but because someone else was injured and I spent a good portion of the night in the ER with them. That is amazing to me.
Yesterday Anthony's parents visited.
It went much better than these things usually do. They even brought his brother along who is doing a lot better since he broke up with Josette. We watched some football (and I had it explained to me), went out for dinner and came back for a bit of a rest before they drove 3 hours back to Washington.
Both of Anthony's parents have mobility issues and there are a LOT of precarious stairs from our entrance to the street, so Dave walked right behind his Mom in case she fell. Unfortunately she tripped and fell forward, smashing her face onto the pavement and splitting the skin on her nose all the way from the tip to her eyebrow.
So Anthony and his dad drive off to the ER and Dave and I stay here in case they need us to bring them anything later. Which eventually they did since they had to cut her shirt off and needed an extra.
We spent about the next 5 hours or so in the ER as she was drugged, scanned and stitched.
Eventually she was cleared to be released with 3 days worth of antibiotics and pain meds and they decided to continue driving home.
What's worrisome about this is that she currently has no medical insurance in the US and Canada (despite our socialist utopia) is totally going to bill them for everything on top of the fact that they're going to need to find money for more drugs and antibiotics as well as plastic surgery for the tip of her nose.
Anthony and I are currently better off than they are, not so much in income but in that we don't have a bazillion-dollar shitty home loan sitting on top of us on top of no job. So we've decided to help as much as we can. This is definitely going to involve LOTS of cuts to our budget, even just for a short while (though I suspect it may be longer.)
It's kind of funny (no, not really), Anthony's parents are the poster-children for the economic collapse, there's so much going on there that I don't know if they'll ever get out.
-Double/triple subprime mortgages on their property. They've paid out more on their place than it was ever worth.
-Bankruptcy.
-Multiple disabling physical illnesses. (She's got no insurance coverage right now, he's got his through the VA.)
-Mental illness.
-Generational poverty./Class issues up the wazoo.
-Lack of higher education.
-Abuse/violence. (Both giving and receiving)
-Isolation (I don't think that either of them have any real friends any more.)
There are more points I thought of last night while trying to fall asleep but can't think of now. Basically, they've run out of bootstraps.
So yes. I called in. Not sorry really. Anthony didn't, in fact he even went in at 5AM, but that's because if he doesn't do his job, the entire Whole Foods will fall apart. Wish he could have stayed though, I want cuddling.
My plans for the day include indulging in really really shitty food for breakfast since I am craving a McDonald's Sausage&Egg McMuffin and then buying Anthony his craving for when he gets home which is bizarrely bran flakes with cowmilk (we usually use almond milk since USUALLY neither of us likes cowmilk all that much.) After that I will head down the hill, stop by the Community House to get my ass on the garden plot waiting list and pick up kitty supplies.
Then I am going to come home and read a book. I have several.
Just about finished Life of Thomas More which has been awesome although thick. I've learned a ridiculous amount. I need to read more Peter Ackroyd.
Then I've got an odd trifecta of readings:
The Bible: A Biography by Karen Armstrong. It's been too long since I've read any of her stuff and this is one of my favourite subjects ever.
Black Boy by Richard Wright. Recommended by sunlit_window.
and
The Ticket that Exploded by William S Burroughs because Anthony knows that the best way to get me to read what you want me to read is to simply hand me a book.