03-30-2019, 05:24 PM
Just one fucking day off. Is that so much to ask?
First I forgot to mention that yesterday, after the non-covered non-specialist appt, I went to work after dropping my mom back at her home. Just as I start relaxing into work chipping a banging out a few odd writings, Ferrrari's office called to set up an appointment for another MRI and visit. I'm like fuck, we just got the fucking weekend set up so I can fucking go home. When? It's late April and I'm like 'cool'. Then the stat call came for today, followed by a mad scramble to reschedule that via phone trees, etc.
This morning, Stacy went to yoga and I went to Kung Fu. It was great to work out again with my Cruz crew. When we got back around noon, Stacy had been contacted by the care service that the caretaker had an emergency and had to cancel. FUCK! Mind you, that was a one-time caretaker - the rest will be regular. Fortunately, my mom's neighbor came in for the save - he's trusted and has a key - he gets her lunch and sees to her needs. We should all have neighbors as good as him. A replacement caretaker is supposed to arrive at 4 to take care of my mom through dinner (it's meals when she needs help now). I'm like 'cool'. Stacy went on a hike in Nisene. I was craving downtown because I had a stack of DVDs to trade for some new music and I was looking for a plant to replace the office plant that G2 & J tossed even though I told them I had made a space for it and even secured the nice plant stand for it. The trees on Pacific are in full bloom, with petals drifting down like Japanese sakura. Tourists are polite and music is in the air from the buskers. Just what I needed. I have some lovely poke at Abbott square, and trade my DVDs for the new Billie Ellish and Jerry on the Eel. Very satisfactory. Then I get a text from the neighbor at around...well 4:20 - no caretaker yet. Srsly? WTFUUUUCCCCKKKK?! The caretaker shows up a little later, so I'm like 'cool'.
I was really hoping for just one day when I didn't have to deal with my mom's issues. Just one. Maybe tomorrow.
First I forgot to mention that yesterday, after the non-covered non-specialist appt, I went to work after dropping my mom back at her home. Just as I start relaxing into work chipping a banging out a few odd writings, Ferrrari's office called to set up an appointment for another MRI and visit. I'm like fuck, we just got the fucking weekend set up so I can fucking go home. When? It's late April and I'm like 'cool'. Then the stat call came for today, followed by a mad scramble to reschedule that via phone trees, etc.
This morning, Stacy went to yoga and I went to Kung Fu. It was great to work out again with my Cruz crew. When we got back around noon, Stacy had been contacted by the care service that the caretaker had an emergency and had to cancel. FUCK! Mind you, that was a one-time caretaker - the rest will be regular. Fortunately, my mom's neighbor came in for the save - he's trusted and has a key - he gets her lunch and sees to her needs. We should all have neighbors as good as him. A replacement caretaker is supposed to arrive at 4 to take care of my mom through dinner (it's meals when she needs help now). I'm like 'cool'. Stacy went on a hike in Nisene. I was craving downtown because I had a stack of DVDs to trade for some new music and I was looking for a plant to replace the office plant that G2 & J tossed even though I told them I had made a space for it and even secured the nice plant stand for it. The trees on Pacific are in full bloom, with petals drifting down like Japanese sakura. Tourists are polite and music is in the air from the buskers. Just what I needed. I have some lovely poke at Abbott square, and trade my DVDs for the new Billie Ellish and Jerry on the Eel. Very satisfactory. Then I get a text from the neighbor at around...well 4:20 - no caretaker yet. Srsly? WTFUUUUCCCCKKKK?! The caretaker shows up a little later, so I'm like 'cool'.
I was really hoping for just one day when I didn't have to deal with my mom's issues. Just one. Maybe tomorrow.
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