This has been the worst Christmas ever
Well, with the exception of the year Mom had just come out of the coma right before the holiday, and not even then, because we were happy she was better.
She's in the hospital - - congestive heart failure. I should've recognized the symptoms, the coughing and being out of breath. I just figured it was a progression of her illness. Robbie and I both tried to get her to go to the doctor all last week, you know, *before* Christmas. She waited until tonight to decide to go. We were in ER from 7:30 until around 12, when they finally put her in a room.
I had just gotten home, finally had something to eat - - I hadn't eaten since lunch. I called Robbie to let him know what was going on, and happened to mention that I probably wouldn't be over there in the morning when the doctor came around. I have to call the Home Health people, and call Dr Janbay and cancel her appointment for Wednesday, and since I've been up since 5:15 this morning, sleep would be good, too. And then Robbie told me I needed to be there in the morning to talk to the doctor. Thinking back now, since I've calmed down a bit, I don't think he even said it in a rude way, just that you're-not-taking-care-of-Mom-right kind of way that pisses me right the fuck off. I know he's frustrated, being down there and not being able to do anything, but dammit, I'm doing the best I can. I didn't hang up like I wanted to, I just told him I'd talk to him later and then hung up.
The holiday wasn't without its good things - - I had a lot of fun at J's mom and dad's last night, and Taylor, *both* Taylors actually, niece and nephew, were here today. But I've been so stressed out, trying to get all the Christmas stuff done, and cooking today, and trying to get J away from World of Warcraft long enough to help me, worrying about Mom - - I was already at the end of my rope by the end of the day. I had already told Mom and J I was going off duty, if they wanted anything, they should speak now. I had a little nap, and got up planning to have leftovers, then sit here and get caught up on all the lovely slash stories I have saved, watch the Grinch, and that was it.
And poor J - - he's had to listen to me bitch, at him and to him, for weeks now. He is a saint, but I'm sure he's wishing he could go back to work to get away from me. He is a *saint*.
This is the first time I ever remember wishing Christmas would hurry up and be over.
She's in the hospital - - congestive heart failure. I should've recognized the symptoms, the coughing and being out of breath. I just figured it was a progression of her illness. Robbie and I both tried to get her to go to the doctor all last week, you know, *before* Christmas. She waited until tonight to decide to go. We were in ER from 7:30 until around 12, when they finally put her in a room.
I had just gotten home, finally had something to eat - - I hadn't eaten since lunch. I called Robbie to let him know what was going on, and happened to mention that I probably wouldn't be over there in the morning when the doctor came around. I have to call the Home Health people, and call Dr Janbay and cancel her appointment for Wednesday, and since I've been up since 5:15 this morning, sleep would be good, too. And then Robbie told me I needed to be there in the morning to talk to the doctor. Thinking back now, since I've calmed down a bit, I don't think he even said it in a rude way, just that you're-not-taking-care-of-Mom-right kind of way that pisses me right the fuck off. I know he's frustrated, being down there and not being able to do anything, but dammit, I'm doing the best I can. I didn't hang up like I wanted to, I just told him I'd talk to him later and then hung up.
The holiday wasn't without its good things - - I had a lot of fun at J's mom and dad's last night, and Taylor, *both* Taylors actually, niece and nephew, were here today. But I've been so stressed out, trying to get all the Christmas stuff done, and cooking today, and trying to get J away from World of Warcraft long enough to help me, worrying about Mom - - I was already at the end of my rope by the end of the day. I had already told Mom and J I was going off duty, if they wanted anything, they should speak now. I had a little nap, and got up planning to have leftovers, then sit here and get caught up on all the lovely slash stories I have saved, watch the Grinch, and that was it.
And poor J - - he's had to listen to me bitch, at him and to him, for weeks now. He is a saint, but I'm sure he's wishing he could go back to work to get away from me. He is a *saint*.
This is the first time I ever remember wishing Christmas would hurry up and be over.