It's been a weekend of ups and downs, which is going to carry over into today.
I wrote over 5300 words this weekend! Yay! 600 of which I had to rewrite. My netbook is trying to crap out on me and I got a Blue Screen of Death before I had saved. I was using something other than my usual program, and it didn't have auto save. Bummer.
Also, I came home from writing on Saturday to find a freshly made lasagne waiting for me. It was the first time Brian's made lasagne, and he did a pretty good job. Yay! And then last night Brian had another seizure. It had been a while, but this was a pretty bad one. He was on the kitchen floor, and I put my arm under his head to keep him from hitting it on the hard floor. I haven't told him, but my arm's pretty sore today. But that's nothing compared to the state he could've been in. I didn't find out until today that he has been out of his meds for a week and they wouldn't send him more until he had lab work done, which his doctor hasn't been able to schedule.
So he called this morning and asked to speak with his doctor directly. She's supposed to call him back. I may have to take him in for an appointment or at the very least to get the lab work done. I'm waiting for him to call me after he talks to her.
And yesterday the oil change light came on in my car. We drive up to visit family Wednesday evening, so I need to get it changed right away. I could just drop it off in the morning, walk to work, then walk back to pick it up at the end of the day, except it's going to rain. So I'm waiting to find out when or if I need to take Brian into the doctor, and then I'll call the mechanic to see when I can get in for an oil change. My boss said that she can pick me up and drop me off so I don't have to wait for it.
But, this is my boss's only day in the office this week. So if I don't get it into the shop today, I might have to rely on the Etch to take me to pick it up.
The good news is that today has been pretty quiet so far. I'm hoping that my customers are taking it easy because it's a holiday week.
Whew! Sorry for the long post, I just needed to vent.
It's cold this morning. It is either 15, or 27 degrees. I wish our two reporting stations would both check their thermometers . There can't be 12 degrees difference in just a couple miles. I think the 15 number is closest. It's darn cold.
Morning all. I'd like to go back to bed please. Something that happened a number of weeks back has come back to haunt me today. Yet another reminder that I hate this office location.
I need an oil change too.
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Stop trying to be what you see. Be what you ought to be.
So I left it off at waiting for Brian to call me after he talked to the doctor.
He talked to her, but did he call me? Of course not. No, instead he walks to the doctor's office. By the way, it's been drizzling here all day.
He talks to his doctor, gets some tests done, and they SEND HIM TO THE EMERGENCY ROOM. Did he call me? Of course not.
No, instead he WALKS! from his doctor's office to the ER. Now, it's not that far away. But I feel like if you're sent to the emergency room, it might be a better idea to, I dunno, call your wife for a ride?
He checks into the ER and turns his phone off like he's supposed to. Have I mentioned that he still hasn't called me at this point?
Around 11:30, since I hadn't heard from him, I tried to call him and it went straight to voicemail.
I thought he might be on the phone with the doctor, so I waited ten minutes and tried calling again. Straight to voicemail.
I tried 3 more times before I left for lunch. I also texted him.
At lunch I go home and find that he's not there.
As I think can reasonably be expected, I start to panic. I think about calling the VA to see if he was there, but thought that no, if there was really a problem, they would call me. I didn't want to be one of those crazy wives.
(Screw that, from now on, I'm being one of those crazy wives.)
So I left a note on the door for him to call me and continue to try calling his phone about every half hour for the rest of the afternoon.
Just before 4, he calls me. They did a multitude of tests, but he's fine. In fact, he called me just a couple blocks before he got home. You know, by walking. Walking home from the ER.
I love my husband, but I'm ready to friggin' kill him.
Otherwise, today's actually been a pretty good day.
But he loves you. And I'm sure that he felt he didn't want to bother you. But we should still kick his butt for not calling you. Maybe we should get him a bicycle.
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Stop trying to be what you see. Be what you ought to be.
But he loves you. And I'm sure that he felt he didn't want to bother you. But we should still kick his butt for not calling you. Maybe we should get him a bicycle.
No, a bicycle would worry me even more.
Yeah, I scolded him for not calling me. And he said, "I didn't want to worry you." I understand that, but I think it's fair to worry when your husband's being sent to the ER!
Yet another reminder that I hate this office location.
