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This past weekend I went home to visit the fam for a few days. Went to visit my gramma at the hospital for an hour or so, first - she broke her leg a few weeks ago, not long after I moved back to the Point area, and she isn't healing up as well as anyone hoped she would. AND, on top of that, we've been less than impressed with the kind of care she had been getting while at the hospital recovering and on top of THAT the doctors decided to try and give her some sort of angioplasty in the leg she broke to try and improve the circulation a bit - a procedure that did way more harm than good because it would seem they didn't check to see if her veins we're sturdy enough to handle that kind of thing before they tried. And, worse yet, after THEY had made the mistake, they tried to guilt my dad and my aunt - both of whom have power of attorney with Gramma - into letting them go through some fairly drastic measures to ensure Gramma's "quality" of life for however much longer she decides to be with us, DESPITE how Gramma had already expressed very obviously "No, that is not what I want" once things had been explained to her. So, yeah. Not at all impressed with the way the hospital had been treating her.
ANYWAY, back on track, I spent about an hour sitting at the hospital with her gabbing about whatever I could think of - my job search, the camping trip I took, the car troubles I had been having, etc. My life isn't that exciting, but darned if that doesn't stop me from being able to gab about it! It works well that way, too, because Gramma has a lot of trouble trying to communicate herself these days; she still understands what's going on for the most part, and she still recognizes faces even if she struggles with putting the right name to them, but she can't express herself very well vocally anymore - like she knows what she wants to say, but the words to say it just don't want to come. Unable to express herself very well, she LOVES listening. Whatever you have to say, she enjoys hearing it.
After hanging with Gramma for awhile, I went for a quick stop at the marsh that gives Marshfield its name to grab a few "summer" shots for the four seasons photo I'm trying to throw together, then I headed home to catch up with my parents. Dad's been busy trying to build an attached car port and wheelchair accessible ramp to the back porch of their house in preparation for when Gramma is hopefully able to come back home, and Mom is trying to get the inside of the house a little more wheelchair friendly as well. I helped out where I could, got treated to a very tasty chicken dinner (gotta love the annual Firemen's Picnic that our little tiny village has every summer), took more pictures, and got the chance to catch up with an old neighbor for a bit when I took Buddy down the road for a walk. We ended the night with a viewing of Mirror Mirror before we all crashed around 11:30. I slept awesome in my old, QUIET bedroom and spent the morning just kind of chilling out with Mom and dad, watching another movie - one of the newest Bond films, I can't remember which one it was. Skyfall maybe? - and rifling through my bedroom for some of the old favorite books I've been thinking about doing a reread on. I headed back to the Point area around 1 or 2 and proceeded to spend the rest of the day doing not a whole heck of a lot else. :)
On the job front, I had a bunch of interviews last week, but sadly none of the ones I REALLY wanted (there was one for a corporate glass and building supplies company that sounded like it would've been really similar to what I was doing at Ice Harbor a few years back that I think would've been a really good fit for me) panned out. I did, however, get offered a job as front desk staff at a hotel not far from where I live that I'll be starting on Monday. The pay is crap - actually less than I'd be making if I went back to ShopKo - but I'm guaranteed 24-32 hours a week, with the option to go full time (40 hours) if I decide I need additional hours. If I've done my math right, it'll be just barely enough for me to squeak by and cover all my bills and (hopefully) food, and at least for the rest of the summer I'll be saving on gas money since the hotel is literally only like three miles away, so I can walk there easily in about a half-hour or so - and less if I can get my bike here and road-worthy again. I plan to keep looking for an additional job as well; at the very least, I'll probably have to look into working somewhere part-time on top of the hotel job just so I have a little more wiggle room in my finances, and I still have hope I'll be able to find somewhere that is even remotely related to the degree I spent six years of my life trying to get, darnit.
ANYWAY, back on track, I spent about an hour sitting at the hospital with her gabbing about whatever I could think of - my job search, the camping trip I took, the car troubles I had been having, etc. My life isn't that exciting, but darned if that doesn't stop me from being able to gab about it! It works well that way, too, because Gramma has a lot of trouble trying to communicate herself these days; she still understands what's going on for the most part, and she still recognizes faces even if she struggles with putting the right name to them, but she can't express herself very well vocally anymore - like she knows what she wants to say, but the words to say it just don't want to come. Unable to express herself very well, she LOVES listening. Whatever you have to say, she enjoys hearing it.
After hanging with Gramma for awhile, I went for a quick stop at the marsh that gives Marshfield its name to grab a few "summer" shots for the four seasons photo I'm trying to throw together, then I headed home to catch up with my parents. Dad's been busy trying to build an attached car port and wheelchair accessible ramp to the back porch of their house in preparation for when Gramma is hopefully able to come back home, and Mom is trying to get the inside of the house a little more wheelchair friendly as well. I helped out where I could, got treated to a very tasty chicken dinner (gotta love the annual Firemen's Picnic that our little tiny village has every summer), took more pictures, and got the chance to catch up with an old neighbor for a bit when I took Buddy down the road for a walk. We ended the night with a viewing of Mirror Mirror before we all crashed around 11:30. I slept awesome in my old, QUIET bedroom and spent the morning just kind of chilling out with Mom and dad, watching another movie - one of the newest Bond films, I can't remember which one it was. Skyfall maybe? - and rifling through my bedroom for some of the old favorite books I've been thinking about doing a reread on. I headed back to the Point area around 1 or 2 and proceeded to spend the rest of the day doing not a whole heck of a lot else. :)
On the job front, I had a bunch of interviews last week, but sadly none of the ones I REALLY wanted (there was one for a corporate glass and building supplies company that sounded like it would've been really similar to what I was doing at Ice Harbor a few years back that I think would've been a really good fit for me) panned out. I did, however, get offered a job as front desk staff at a hotel not far from where I live that I'll be starting on Monday. The pay is crap - actually less than I'd be making if I went back to ShopKo - but I'm guaranteed 24-32 hours a week, with the option to go full time (40 hours) if I decide I need additional hours. If I've done my math right, it'll be just barely enough for me to squeak by and cover all my bills and (hopefully) food, and at least for the rest of the summer I'll be saving on gas money since the hotel is literally only like three miles away, so I can walk there easily in about a half-hour or so - and less if I can get my bike here and road-worthy again. I plan to keep looking for an additional job as well; at the very least, I'll probably have to look into working somewhere part-time on top of the hotel job just so I have a little more wiggle room in my finances, and I still have hope I'll be able to find somewhere that is even remotely related to the degree I spent six years of my life trying to get, darnit.