probably just acid reflux disease.
Whew.
He even shoveled my snow this morning for me.
I love my dad.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Sunday, December 7, 2008
How rude!
I didn't work on Friday. I have been drifting in and out of consciousness all weekend. I managed to clean out one closet Saturday afternoon, which I'm pretty proud of.
At 2 am this morning, my mom called me to tell me she took my dad to the hospital. He went to work at 11 and came home dizzy and with chest pains. He was already driving home when he called my mom to tell her, she could have killed him for driving in that condition. But, that's my dad. Stubborn to a fault.
I had trouble falling back asleep, at 6 am she picked me up and I went to her house with her. I tucked her into bed and took care of the dogs. I went back home for a few hours, slept a bit and then went back to her house at 10. She went back to the hospital, armed with clean clothes and a disc man and CDs for my dad to listen to. Friday afternoon I got a copy of Pink Floyd, Live at Pompeii that friend of mine burned for me. I had forgotten to tell my dad about it Saturday night when I saw him, so it was a nice surprise for him in the hospital. Of course, since I'm still so sick with this cold, I can't go to the hospital to see him.
I stayed at my mom's house because she had bought a new stove (our Thanksgiving turkey took way too long to cook this year, her oven has been on the fritz for a while) and someone needed to be there to let them in. It started snowing kind of heavily and when the delivery guys came, they tracked snow in everywhere, so I had a bit of mopping up to do. I also cleared the snow on the sidewalk and half of the driveway. Around 3, my mom returned home to get a little bit more sleep. I came back home and shoveled my own sidewalk. The snow is so light and powdery (because it is SO cold right now, the air is super dry) that I used a push broom to clear off my sidewalks despite there being a good inch of snow on the ground or more.
I was really annoyed by some neighbors of mine who used their snow blower on their property, their next door neighbors property, the house next to mine but turned around and didn't finish my property. I was already out there and about half done, but hello! I could use some help here! Nevermind that the house on the other side of me is empty so I shoveled the snow there too.
How rude!
I have got to get motivated to do something, I just can't help but fall asleep randomly all weekend. I may or may not go to work tomorrow. It might be a relief to have something to focus on besides the current drama. My dad is going to be ok. Early test results show he's not had a heart attack, there is no blockage at all in his heart (his father died of a heart attack along with most of his family on that side so this is good news). But it still sucks not knowing what is wrong with him. And my mom is doing ok as well, she always does well in a crisis, thank god. I don't know what I would have done if I had to prop her up or whatever. I'm so out of it, I feel like I'm just going through the motions.
At 2 am this morning, my mom called me to tell me she took my dad to the hospital. He went to work at 11 and came home dizzy and with chest pains. He was already driving home when he called my mom to tell her, she could have killed him for driving in that condition. But, that's my dad. Stubborn to a fault.
I had trouble falling back asleep, at 6 am she picked me up and I went to her house with her. I tucked her into bed and took care of the dogs. I went back home for a few hours, slept a bit and then went back to her house at 10. She went back to the hospital, armed with clean clothes and a disc man and CDs for my dad to listen to. Friday afternoon I got a copy of Pink Floyd, Live at Pompeii that friend of mine burned for me. I had forgotten to tell my dad about it Saturday night when I saw him, so it was a nice surprise for him in the hospital. Of course, since I'm still so sick with this cold, I can't go to the hospital to see him.
I stayed at my mom's house because she had bought a new stove (our Thanksgiving turkey took way too long to cook this year, her oven has been on the fritz for a while) and someone needed to be there to let them in. It started snowing kind of heavily and when the delivery guys came, they tracked snow in everywhere, so I had a bit of mopping up to do. I also cleared the snow on the sidewalk and half of the driveway. Around 3, my mom returned home to get a little bit more sleep. I came back home and shoveled my own sidewalk. The snow is so light and powdery (because it is SO cold right now, the air is super dry) that I used a push broom to clear off my sidewalks despite there being a good inch of snow on the ground or more.
I was really annoyed by some neighbors of mine who used their snow blower on their property, their next door neighbors property, the house next to mine but turned around and didn't finish my property. I was already out there and about half done, but hello! I could use some help here! Nevermind that the house on the other side of me is empty so I shoveled the snow there too.
How rude!
I have got to get motivated to do something, I just can't help but fall asleep randomly all weekend. I may or may not go to work tomorrow. It might be a relief to have something to focus on besides the current drama. My dad is going to be ok. Early test results show he's not had a heart attack, there is no blockage at all in his heart (his father died of a heart attack along with most of his family on that side so this is good news). But it still sucks not knowing what is wrong with him. And my mom is doing ok as well, she always does well in a crisis, thank god. I don't know what I would have done if I had to prop her up or whatever. I'm so out of it, I feel like I'm just going through the motions.
Friday, December 5, 2008
*cough*
In the past 24 hours, I have gone from having a slight throat tickle to full-on craptastic cold from hell. I also have scaly-looking hands, windburn on my face and chapped lips. I am going through lotion like it's going out of style and IT'S NEVER ENOUGH.
I hate winter in Minnesota. The air is so insanely dry. My hair looks like crap, there's so much static electricity that I'm afraid to touch anything.
I'm going to bed now. I may or may not work tomorrow. There's pros and cons to going into work. We'll see how I feel in seven hours.
I hate winter in Minnesota. The air is so insanely dry. My hair looks like crap, there's so much static electricity that I'm afraid to touch anything.
I'm going to bed now. I may or may not work tomorrow. There's pros and cons to going into work. We'll see how I feel in seven hours.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
lights! camera! inaction!
For about a month and a half now, one of my neighbors across the street has left a super bright flood light on all night. The light is on the front of the house and its exact positioning means that it shines RIGHT in my eyes when I'm sitting in my chair in my living room to watch television. How annoying. In the past week, every few hours or so the light is turned off and then turned back on a few minutes later. The people that live there are pretty nice, a couple in their early 60s. I like to speculate that the wife thinks her husband is nuts for leaving this light on all night and so she turns it off and then he walks by and notices it off and turns it back on. When it's on and shinging at me, I'm sorely tempted to throw a rock at it to break it. Of course I'd never do that, but it's tempting. It's like a spotlight when you're on stage, that thing. The guy probably special ordered it.
Down the block, out of the view of my front window but I can see from my bedroom window, the lone decorated house on the block has its lights on every night. I love looking at Christmas lights, especially when the ground is covered in snow (not a ton yet, we're supposed to get more tonight). Last night, I think they forgot to turn off the lights and they burned until after 2 am (when I went to sleep). It was kind of nice to lay in bed in the dark and see the lights through my window.
I'm not going to have time to put up a tree this year. Between baking, the CD swap, my physical therapy and feeding my internet addiction, I just can't find the time. I'm kind of sad that I'm not doing it, but maybe next year I'll have a full-size tree. It's hard to believe Christmas is already so close. I still feel like Labor Day should be a long way off.
Work has picked up lately, which is awesome. It leaves less time for chatting between calls, but on the other hand it confirms my belief that the company just hired a butt load of people in the event of a strike and not, as the doomsayers were wont to say, a sign that customers were leaving the company in droves. Things will slow down again closer to Christmas, but that is NORMAL, which is comforting.
Down the block, out of the view of my front window but I can see from my bedroom window, the lone decorated house on the block has its lights on every night. I love looking at Christmas lights, especially when the ground is covered in snow (not a ton yet, we're supposed to get more tonight). Last night, I think they forgot to turn off the lights and they burned until after 2 am (when I went to sleep). It was kind of nice to lay in bed in the dark and see the lights through my window.
I'm not going to have time to put up a tree this year. Between baking, the CD swap, my physical therapy and feeding my internet addiction, I just can't find the time. I'm kind of sad that I'm not doing it, but maybe next year I'll have a full-size tree. It's hard to believe Christmas is already so close. I still feel like Labor Day should be a long way off.
Work has picked up lately, which is awesome. It leaves less time for chatting between calls, but on the other hand it confirms my belief that the company just hired a butt load of people in the event of a strike and not, as the doomsayers were wont to say, a sign that customers were leaving the company in droves. Things will slow down again closer to Christmas, but that is NORMAL, which is comforting.
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