or not.
I swear I'm getting a shirt that reads "I'm probably old enough to be your mother"
A twenty something admissions lady yesterday just about fainted when I told her I was almost 34. She swore I was 18, she even questioned whether I could sign for my father legally. HELLO? Yeah my dad, he was a really late bloomer. And the old smart ass, he chuckled.
After telling the front desk lady I was waiting for my son to bring in my purse so she could get a copy of a form for the above admissions lady, Greg walks in and she says, "That's your son? I thought you were brother and sister. How old ARE you?"
AURGH! While I try to remember that when I'm 60 I'll only look 40 and WOW think of all the advantages of that! Right now at 34 with a 5'5" 12 year old son... this sucks. I'm always making a point to say "Now son" or something similar. You have no idea how many times I've overheard how "cute" it was that we were out on a date. HA! My dates better not play their game player during dinner or they'd eat it.
Dye my hair? Cut it shorter? Pray my gray comes in faster?
The best was going out to dinner with my husband. I walk in first, then Greg, then Bill. The waitress looks right past me to Bill and says "Sir, will that be two children's menus." I grit my teeth and say, "No, that will be none." Grrr.....
I am smiling about it... Now. I think.
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Things I have learned today.
- It is easier to dial my friends numbers that to look for them in my phone directory. That is if I could remember the numbers. Who remembers numbers anymore? I have autosave for a reason.
- I :PPH: my clients. Specifically the ones that say, Hey we can skip this month you have enough on your plate right now.
- My schedule for the next 4 months is hectic. OMG!
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Friday, July 11, 2008
Home for a few days.
Work to do.
Rest to get. I hope.
Whining to do.
Conjunctivitis? Check.
Tooth ache? Check.
Ringworm? Check.
Rash from band-aid on throat? Check.
Heat rash everywhere else? Check.
Rubbed raw area on elbow from waiting in a hard armed chair. while holding jaw in hand during 8.5 hour surgery? Check.
Monday I'll get my horrible aching tooth taken care of so hopefully I can go back to redding and have a little less to give me a headache. Between the smoke and a cantankerous father I don't need anything else to make my head throb.
Update of the father figure.
He came through surgery fine. He did not however transition from anesthesia to pain medication fine. Holy hell. That was bad. Bad ugly and worse.
His hip was as bad as it could possibly be. His doctor said he only sees 2-3 like that in a year and then only maybe.
I hope and pray we do not have to have his neck operated on. I'm not sure I can take that again. Really. It was that bad. And people who know me know I deal with that shit really well. But hearing from your estranged fathers mouth these words, inbetween screams that he's dying, "Amy help me, I thought you said you loved me", not fun. Even though in my mind I know he doesn't mean it. Nor (did we think) would he remember it. He was in extreme pain. They had none of it managed as he'd been under for over 9 hours. Can you blame him? I don't. It still doesn't mean your heart doesn't sink when he says it. Frankly I'm just glad (honored?) that I was even on the list of people he asked for help. I wasn't the first, but I was near the top.
Today the girl who hit him sent him a get well card.
I'm not sure what I think of that. Nice? Thoughtful? Praying like hell we don't sue the shit out of her or better yet press charges?
Frankly I think she should have been made to sit there and watch him wake up, see the pain he was in, see what she's done to him, see the pain SHE caused. It's easy to go to that class for bad drivers and see that video and think oh those poor people. But what if that accident you have to watch is the one you caused. What if that person laying there is the person you hurt. Maybe then it would get through.
During my dads surgery there was a little girl, 16, brought in. Auto accident. Two shattered legs. They fixed those. You can't fix a brain.
Luckily my dads brain is fine. And his body will be too, in time.
I hope he realizes life is really short. Too short for grudges, hard feelings, egos, vanity, stubbornness. Life is too short to be alone.
I don't know. The jury is out on this one. I hope he gets it.
Work to do.
Rest to get. I hope.
Whining to do.
Conjunctivitis? Check.
Tooth ache? Check.
Ringworm? Check.
Rash from band-aid on throat? Check.
Heat rash everywhere else? Check.
Rubbed raw area on elbow from waiting in a hard armed chair. while holding jaw in hand during 8.5 hour surgery? Check.
Monday I'll get my horrible aching tooth taken care of so hopefully I can go back to redding and have a little less to give me a headache. Between the smoke and a cantankerous father I don't need anything else to make my head throb.
Update of the father figure.
He came through surgery fine. He did not however transition from anesthesia to pain medication fine. Holy hell. That was bad. Bad ugly and worse.
His hip was as bad as it could possibly be. His doctor said he only sees 2-3 like that in a year and then only maybe.
I hope and pray we do not have to have his neck operated on. I'm not sure I can take that again. Really. It was that bad. And people who know me know I deal with that shit really well. But hearing from your estranged fathers mouth these words, inbetween screams that he's dying, "Amy help me, I thought you said you loved me", not fun. Even though in my mind I know he doesn't mean it. Nor (did we think) would he remember it. He was in extreme pain. They had none of it managed as he'd been under for over 9 hours. Can you blame him? I don't. It still doesn't mean your heart doesn't sink when he says it. Frankly I'm just glad (honored?) that I was even on the list of people he asked for help. I wasn't the first, but I was near the top.
Today the girl who hit him sent him a get well card.
I'm not sure what I think of that. Nice? Thoughtful? Praying like hell we don't sue the shit out of her or better yet press charges?
Frankly I think she should have been made to sit there and watch him wake up, see the pain he was in, see what she's done to him, see the pain SHE caused. It's easy to go to that class for bad drivers and see that video and think oh those poor people. But what if that accident you have to watch is the one you caused. What if that person laying there is the person you hurt. Maybe then it would get through.
During my dads surgery there was a little girl, 16, brought in. Auto accident. Two shattered legs. They fixed those. You can't fix a brain.
Luckily my dads brain is fine. And his body will be too, in time.
I hope he realizes life is really short. Too short for grudges, hard feelings, egos, vanity, stubbornness. Life is too short to be alone.
I don't know. The jury is out on this one. I hope he gets it.
Sunday, July 6, 2008
I'm not even sure where to begin with this update.
I will for sure be out of touch from Tuesday until further notice.
As of this moment;
My father is off the respirator. He is on oxygen due to his sleep apnea. His neck is broken in two places but the halo is in place. He hates it. He can talk. God help them. :-) His right arm is in excruciating pain. They don't know why yet.
The leg injury that the truth was so elusive about is now all cleared up. They believe his knee hit the dash and drove his femur through his hip socket. His hip socket is in a million (ok not literally a million) pieces. His femur and the ball on it's end are in tact.
The surgery to repair the hip is life threatening. The hip is hemeraging but we can't see the bruising because he's been laid flat so it's all on his hind side. Not only will there be a team of orthopedic surgeons there but also a vascular team on call in case anything goes wrong. The surgery will take at least 8 hours.
If he survives this surgery then we are talking at LEAST 3 months of rehab. We are hoping that at least the first 3 weeks can be spent there and then done here with appointments over there.
The hospital thought he had no insurance. We have no idea where his wallet went. Now knowing he has insurance the rehab can fall into place we hope.
Please keep us in your thoughts. The smoke is horrible there. I'm just glad that I don't have to worry about it much as I can hide out in the hospital and not be in it much. Not to mention it's supposed to be 112 there tomorrow.
I will for sure be out of touch from Tuesday until further notice.
As of this moment;
My father is off the respirator. He is on oxygen due to his sleep apnea. His neck is broken in two places but the halo is in place. He hates it. He can talk. God help them. :-) His right arm is in excruciating pain. They don't know why yet.
The leg injury that the truth was so elusive about is now all cleared up. They believe his knee hit the dash and drove his femur through his hip socket. His hip socket is in a million (ok not literally a million) pieces. His femur and the ball on it's end are in tact.
The surgery to repair the hip is life threatening. The hip is hemeraging but we can't see the bruising because he's been laid flat so it's all on his hind side. Not only will there be a team of orthopedic surgeons there but also a vascular team on call in case anything goes wrong. The surgery will take at least 8 hours.
If he survives this surgery then we are talking at LEAST 3 months of rehab. We are hoping that at least the first 3 weeks can be spent there and then done here with appointments over there.
The hospital thought he had no insurance. We have no idea where his wallet went. Now knowing he has insurance the rehab can fall into place we hope.
Please keep us in your thoughts. The smoke is horrible there. I'm just glad that I don't have to worry about it much as I can hide out in the hospital and not be in it much. Not to mention it's supposed to be 112 there tomorrow.
Saturday, July 5, 2008
This post will be long or short. I'm not sure. It depends on how "it" flows today.
On Thursday July 3rd I received a call that my father had been in a horrible car accident and was in critical condition at Mercy Medical. As it turns out he wasn't in critical condition when he arrived, just broken in several places and in need of a really good set of surgeons to put him together again. Then they decided to do an exploratory surgery on his stomach and when they intubated them he aspirated. Badly. That sent him into Critical, might not make it through the night, stage. So, my aunt and uncle and my family hopped in cars are went flying for the hospital 3 hours away. We arrived at midnight and went in to see him. He looked rough. He's in traction from both ends, on a ventilator, and has sever chemical burns on his rear end from sitting in the gas. He's going to have a hell of a shiner too.
So at this point the injuries are;
broken neck at C4
shattered femur at the hip
chemical burns of the backside
aspiration
kidney shut down
So I guess what I'm telling you; my 4 faithful readers; is I may not be around much.
I will be running over there for every surgery, but much to my aunts disdain I am not dropping everything and moving there to be with my drug induced coma father. I think she final got it last night. If I kill myself now trying to run back and forth all the time I won't be able to be here when he needs us the most, when he's awake and "up".
As it is we pulled an all nighter to drive there, to see him, and drive back. I spent all day yesterday getting my dads truck out of impound.
On man I forgot to publish this and today was a real ring dinger.
I don't have the energy to update about it.
I'll be back Monday. Maybe.
On Thursday July 3rd I received a call that my father had been in a horrible car accident and was in critical condition at Mercy Medical. As it turns out he wasn't in critical condition when he arrived, just broken in several places and in need of a really good set of surgeons to put him together again. Then they decided to do an exploratory surgery on his stomach and when they intubated them he aspirated. Badly. That sent him into Critical, might not make it through the night, stage. So, my aunt and uncle and my family hopped in cars are went flying for the hospital 3 hours away. We arrived at midnight and went in to see him. He looked rough. He's in traction from both ends, on a ventilator, and has sever chemical burns on his rear end from sitting in the gas. He's going to have a hell of a shiner too.
So at this point the injuries are;
broken neck at C4
shattered femur at the hip
chemical burns of the backside
aspiration
kidney shut down
So I guess what I'm telling you; my 4 faithful readers; is I may not be around much.
I will be running over there for every surgery, but much to my aunts disdain I am not dropping everything and moving there to be with my drug induced coma father. I think she final got it last night. If I kill myself now trying to run back and forth all the time I won't be able to be here when he needs us the most, when he's awake and "up".
As it is we pulled an all nighter to drive there, to see him, and drive back. I spent all day yesterday getting my dads truck out of impound.
On man I forgot to publish this and today was a real ring dinger.
I don't have the energy to update about it.
I'll be back Monday. Maybe.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
I received "the call" today. This is the much anticipated call that I had decided I wasn't going to get.
No not the call that says HEY your goats are sold.
But the call that says your business just doubled.
I'm meeting with him next week.
Right now I'm really thankful I have friends that will come help at the drop of a hat. A family who's really supportive. A clients who totally rock.
This batch includes another large herd. 600+ in Ferndale. That will make my help happy. Though I'm sure she's thinking... crap more cows. Or possibly crap, more cow crap.
That last herd was just too dirty. I was not happy about that. I don't mind cows really. Cow crap doesn't matter to me much. I usually do not get that dirty in a pit barn. Flat barns, yes, because, well, cow crap splatters and when it falls from 4' it tends to really splatter, like all over my legs. This last barn the cows would crap and it would splash into the pit, which is at my torso level. I got shit on my face. That is not acceptable. Wonder if they would notice if I wore a full face mask. :-)
I have to purchase a gift (?) for someone as a thank you. This is my reminder. They may get it for Hanukkah. I'm really slow like that.
No not the call that says HEY your goats are sold.
But the call that says your business just doubled.
I'm meeting with him next week.
Right now I'm really thankful I have friends that will come help at the drop of a hat. A family who's really supportive. A clients who totally rock.
This batch includes another large herd. 600+ in Ferndale. That will make my help happy. Though I'm sure she's thinking... crap more cows. Or possibly crap, more cow crap.
That last herd was just too dirty. I was not happy about that. I don't mind cows really. Cow crap doesn't matter to me much. I usually do not get that dirty in a pit barn. Flat barns, yes, because, well, cow crap splatters and when it falls from 4' it tends to really splatter, like all over my legs. This last barn the cows would crap and it would splash into the pit, which is at my torso level. I got shit on my face. That is not acceptable. Wonder if they would notice if I wore a full face mask. :-)
I have to purchase a gift (?) for someone as a thank you. This is my reminder. They may get it for Hanukkah. I'm really slow like that.
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