F i n a l l y

Dad was moved back to the original facility yesterday afternoon. I feel good about things.

They say: nothing they can't fix.

I just don't want to take any steps backwards.

The price of oil has come down. Yipee!

But it's still high and the cold weather is here. My thermostat is on 62 degrees and it won't be going higher than that.

Think of it this way:

When i get my oil delivered, if they have to fill an empty tank, the oil will have taken 68% of my paycheck.

That's one paycheck for 2 weeks pay! And the oil delivery will take 68% of it!!!

That leaves one check to pay the mortgage and 32% of the other check that won't cover bills! You know, the over-priced water/sewer bill, the over priced electric bill, etc. etc.

just waiting...and waiting...and waiting

Dad hasn't moved yet - the other hospital is at capacity so the wait has been a long one.

He now has shingles. The doc says it's brought on by stress. The poor guy. He's been managing stress well I must say.

Mom, however, had combat boots on today and was going in with a "kill" attitude. I'm sure heads will roll. She's upset that she noticed the rash and blisters and brought it to their attention (Shingles). It makes her wonder how long before they would have noticed. She was there yesterday when the order was placed for pain meds (he doesn't usually take anything) at 3pm, due to the Shingles and was upset to find out that they finally gave him something this morning.

I tried to tell her before she went to visit to say it nice, but all I got was "I don't need a lecture from you" which means she's determined to let them know she's pi$$ed.

So on and on we go.

seasons change

Dad gets moved back to the original hospital tomorrow. There's nothing more that this special facility can do for him.

There's a doc at the hospital he's going to tomorrow that has shown interest in treating him. They will be more aggressive but at the expense of his kidneys. It has come to ' we might as well try it because we have no other options.' Dad agreed, because after all it's up to him.

Pressure

I'll admit that I'm PMS, but the pressure of life changing all too fast is quietly eating at me today. The boyfriend never sees me in a bad mood and I'm bitchy under the surface as I pretend to be busy with other things, making soup, emptying the dishwasher...anything that prevents me from having to sit next to him or have a conversation with him or make eye contact with him.

The possibility of moving next year and the organization to do so, dad, where would mom live, my daughter going to college - its all festering beneath the surface today. Work! I work for one of those big insurance companies that is getting screwed due to the comments of the politician, making the stocks spiral downward. What will happen? Will we end up folding or will it just be major layoffs? Maybe I'll have to worry sooner about the house than expected due to the careless comments of Sen. Harry Reid.

I think about all the stuff in the cellar that I need to clean out. Leftover items of the exes, new stuff from the beau. I resent that my storage space is limited due to that and overwhelmed all at the same time.

This too shall pass.