Thu 14 Feb 2013
My new favorite search that got someone to my website: “my father planted a garden.”
With my bad knees I often catch glimpses of myself in windows walking like a zombie. *sigh* At least I don’t hold my arms out and go, “Urrrr.”
A really good day followed by a really bad morning and the necessity of having to leave her alone to come to work. Life doesn’t fuck around.
I know very well she’s fragile, but hearing a medical professional describe her that way makes it more real.
I do not recommend sleeping in a recliner overnight unless you’re deathly ill and half-unconscious. I got out of the chair, but all day long my body was saying, “No, you didn’t.”
With Mom in the ER around 4:30 a.m. with breathing difficulties, but we were back home again by 9:30. Probably dialysis related issues. Dialysis this afternoon should take care of it.
Praise my neighbor! He’s agreed to take Mom to dialysis Mondays and Wednesdays, saving me leaving work midday to drive a 50 mile loop. Hallowed be his name!
Remember that scene from the remake of Invasion of the Body Snatchers where the guy falls asleep next to his dog? http://huff.to/Y8NWsh
Back in the ER with Mom (more breathing difficulties). And home again four hours later. Consensus: Mom needs oxygen at home. Tomorrow I will check with her primary care doctor about ordering some.
So they delivered the pre-assembled folding wheelchair in a box that looked like it contained a large screen TV. I pushed it up against the small garage door to get it out of the way of the front steps so I could get Mom in the house after dialysis. Between then and when I came back out some a**wipe came along and opened the box to see if it was worth stealing (I guess). Apparently, it wasn’t. The brazenness: only six feet from the front door.
I’ve released a breath I didn’t know I was holding: Mom’s oxygen has arrived.
Prius in front of me: “I am a green car. Are you?” Me: “You are an asshat. Any more questions?”
They’re everywhere here in LA. I always think of that South Park episode and picture the drivers holding wine glasses to their behinds.
I’m smart, but sometimes I haven’t got the sense of an addlepated cow.
9 p.m. and I finally get to sit down for the night. Bed soon. What a party girl.
Children’s author Terry Deary wants to close all libraries (and not ironically): http://bit.ly/12LPQpK You, sir, are a privileged douche.
I wouldn’t have had any books to read as a child if it wasn’t for libraries. My parents didn’t have the money for them. Besides, libraries also do movies and CD lending, also part of the “entertainment industry” Mr. Deary feels is being negatively impacted by “free books.”