Hey-hey-hey- another day. Monday again, where does the time go? Good heavens, for a second there, I sounded like Fat Albert, and certainly more jovial than I am feeling. It was not a good night, I have H's cold, sleeping was not easy. At one point, I woke myself up-sneezing!
I am not working at the garage today, actually-this is supposed to be my day off. But I have a few things I'm going to get finished, and I really don't feel all that good, so I might as well sit here and work. This is not exactly what I had wanted to do today, however. I haven't been to my mom's house in forever, and I still may try and go but I suspect that when she hears my voice she will not want me there - I sound awful. I wouldn't want anyone to visit me in this shape either. She is not well in the first place, and is having a bone scan today to search for cancer, so she doesn't need the added issue of a cold or whatever the hell I have brewing. I am quite worried about my mother-she has been so sick for so long, but this time it seems like really something bad. Her pain is intolerable, and it cannot be made better with any kind of drug. She is miserably unhappy and uncomfortable every second of the day. She had been for weeks and weeks, but the dr's cannot find any reason, other than the obvious, already known reasons, which wouldn't and never have caused this kind of pain. I feel so bad for her, she cannot think of anything other than herself and her pain, and that is no kind of life. I try to stay as close to her as I can, but she really doesn't want to talk to anyone or see anyone, she just wants to sleep. It really worries me.
D has been here all weekend, she and her boyfriend have broken up again. I really don't know what will happen with the two of them, but my heart hurts for her and that baby, and I am about ready to go kick him squarely in the ass. He has apparently never been taught anything of any importance and I think a good lesson from me just might do the trick. I have just about had it with him and his bullshit, and I only hope her crying and carrying on is due to hormones and such because at some point her "mother" gene has to kick in, doesn't it? I realize that she is left is quite a position but come on - at what point does our pride and sense of "screw you" take over? He will be the loser, certainly not her - she has absolutely everything on the ball, and I wondering where on earth his ball actually is...
And how are things in your world? Would any of you like to trade lives for a week or two like on that horrible reality show? Wouldn't that be a hoot? I could give you a crabby, coughy, snotty sick husband, a daughter with a broken heart, no job and a baby on the way, a very ill mother, an unemployed son that needs a job yesterday, a job that will make you lose your mind and oh yeah, a cold....what could you all bring to me?