Theme for Fall: Life telling me no
So Fall started out looking great. I went to my convention, did really, really well and bought my plane ticket to go and see my husband next week. The rest of the month was looking free of convention obligation as my next one isn't until January and I could use the time to finally work on my long neglected fics.
[Click to read my detail vent/rant]
Then my mother got admitted to the hospital with her right lung having collapsed.
She's been taking medicine since January to treat a bacterial infection in her lungs call MAK or M.A.I. and had just started treatment at the end of June for a lung fungal infection that she'd picked up thanks to her compromised immune system. So they re-inflate the lung, get her off the oxygen and send her back home...only for me to drive her right back up 3 days later as her lung had started to collapse again, thus requiring what ended up being a 3 week stay at the hospital while they performed 2 separate surgeries (one after 3 days the other after 10 when they noticed her lung was still leaking).
She's home now and on the mend, albeit very slowly since you know...lung surgery and all, and all my time has gone completely out the window. My days before were work, feed pets, go to hospital, go home sleep, repeat and are now basically the same except I get to stay at home while trying to keep my mother's sprint's up and taking care of just about all of her needs (the 20 foot walk to the bathroom from her bed leaves her winded and needing to catch her breath). My younger 22 year old sister has been helping out as much as she can as well, but she's working 30 hr weeks while attending school full time so her availability is much more limited than mine. I can only hope my mother is well enough to prepare her own food come next Thursday when I fly out as I don't think anyone will be able to help her during the day...
I'm also the family hub for information on how her recovery was and is still going. Most everyone has been understanding about when I get them information and thankful for being kept in the loop, but my uncle, my mother's brother, has been driving me a bit crazy with his expectations as I apparently wasn't doing enough to keep the house clean and looking well maintained during those 30 mins I was at home everyday. A point driven home to the extreme when I came home from work Monday to find him doing a (bad) vacuuming job, cleaning the kitchen, and picking up things around the house. Things that I had slowly been working on over the weekend and then had to go back behind him and put things where they actually belonged and re-cleaning his quick kitchen job. Urg. I'm also on the edge of taking it as a personal insult that he calls either my self or my mother everyday to make sure she's eating enough - meaning as much food as he eats in a day which my mother couldn't do even before she got sick. It's a large source of frustration...
Tl;dr - My mother has been in the hospital for the last month and all of my free time was spent keeping her sane or taking care of her. I out right laughed at a friend of mine that I hadn't seen since my convention asked how my wedding plans and immigration work was coming. I sneak in reading, tumblr, and look at all my wonderful flist when I should be sleeping and am pretty much exhausted and at my breaking point.
Next Thursday can not come fast enough....and I feel horrible for saying that. *Sigh*
[Click to read my detail vent/rant]
Then my mother got admitted to the hospital with her right lung having collapsed.
She's been taking medicine since January to treat a bacterial infection in her lungs call MAK or M.A.I. and had just started treatment at the end of June for a lung fungal infection that she'd picked up thanks to her compromised immune system. So they re-inflate the lung, get her off the oxygen and send her back home...only for me to drive her right back up 3 days later as her lung had started to collapse again, thus requiring what ended up being a 3 week stay at the hospital while they performed 2 separate surgeries (one after 3 days the other after 10 when they noticed her lung was still leaking).
She's home now and on the mend, albeit very slowly since you know...lung surgery and all, and all my time has gone completely out the window. My days before were work, feed pets, go to hospital, go home sleep, repeat and are now basically the same except I get to stay at home while trying to keep my mother's sprint's up and taking care of just about all of her needs (the 20 foot walk to the bathroom from her bed leaves her winded and needing to catch her breath). My younger 22 year old sister has been helping out as much as she can as well, but she's working 30 hr weeks while attending school full time so her availability is much more limited than mine. I can only hope my mother is well enough to prepare her own food come next Thursday when I fly out as I don't think anyone will be able to help her during the day...
I'm also the family hub for information on how her recovery was and is still going. Most everyone has been understanding about when I get them information and thankful for being kept in the loop, but my uncle, my mother's brother, has been driving me a bit crazy with his expectations as I apparently wasn't doing enough to keep the house clean and looking well maintained during those 30 mins I was at home everyday. A point driven home to the extreme when I came home from work Monday to find him doing a (bad) vacuuming job, cleaning the kitchen, and picking up things around the house. Things that I had slowly been working on over the weekend and then had to go back behind him and put things where they actually belonged and re-cleaning his quick kitchen job. Urg. I'm also on the edge of taking it as a personal insult that he calls either my self or my mother everyday to make sure she's eating enough - meaning as much food as he eats in a day which my mother couldn't do even before she got sick. It's a large source of frustration...
Tl;dr - My mother has been in the hospital for the last month and all of my free time was spent keeping her sane or taking care of her. I out right laughed at a friend of mine that I hadn't seen since my convention asked how my wedding plans and immigration work was coming. I sneak in reading, tumblr, and look at all my wonderful flist when I should be sleeping and am pretty much exhausted and at my breaking point.
Next Thursday can not come fast enough....and I feel horrible for saying that. *Sigh*