So I went to the hospital this morning to be with my mom when she was transported down to the rehab facility. She seemed ok, going along with everything, telling me we have to make sure to turn off the phone and asked if her number could be transferred to the new place, how she wondered what we should do with her dishes, etc.
I walked down to the transport dock with her. They wheeled her into the ambulance and put the tie downs on and I handed them her tote bag and sweater. I wished I could have gone with her but there wasn’t enough room and I don’t think they let you. I said I wanted to say goodbye and I started crying. I hugged her and she started crying. Whenever I would leave her when visiting her place, I often teared up but she would never cry. She would always be good natured. But this time she was crying, too and it was a wrecked feeling. So I told her how nice it would be to be out on the road, as she hadn’t been there for a long time. And I told her not to talk the drivers’ ears off, so she laughed. Then I cried all the way to my car in the parking garage.
But my brother met her there. I hope she’s ok but I always think she will just talk and talk and talk and tell everyone how nice they are and chat with people. I will call her tomorrow.
She’s now 4 1/2 hours from me but only 30 minutes from my brother.
Honestly, I really don’t care about our Thanksgiving here this year. Daughter and her family are going to our son-in-law’s grandmother’s for Thanksgiving (he lost his grandfather in August). And idk of the ridding of the crockery is enough to make amends. I’d rather spend it with my mother (and my husband).
Anyway, I’m exhausted (coughing all weekend. ALL WEEKEND). Looking forward to calling Mom tomorrow.
I am on family leave act to get time with my mother. Healing THAT relationship. Apparently there are tv shows encouraging people to not attend Thanksgiving over politics? This is so painful. I am sorry you are hurting.
Really would like to escape my life right now (tropical holiday). This year has been intense. It began with dear Dad passing in Jan, followed by my anti phospholipid syndrome Dx, ongoing sibling dispute; concerning dads assets, 3 shocking family divorces, 3 family friend’s deaths, and now my MIL with end stage cancer in hospital.
Got another subconjunctival hemorrhage (the opposite eye). Once again, the whole white of my eye is covered with blood. No medical explanation. The concern for me is the frequency and extent. I wouldn’t care if it was just some small red spot.
I have no doubt that stress plays a role with my eye and autoimmune disorders. I know that I’m not alone here, during these dark times/challenges. In today’s wacky world alone, how could one not struggle with anxiety?. Only a psychopath could remain sane (they don’t suffer from anxiety) 🙃.
I’m going to pay for this.
I texted him separately asking him to please keep his father out of this, as the issue is between he and I.
He’s probably going to call his father, who is having meetings with clients today and will be annoyed and I will get some brunt of this.
I did as I was told but also I refuse to participate in his projection of anger. It seems he wanted to beat me down and have me crawl with my tail between my legs. But I expressed no anger. I was straightforward.
https://twitter.com/FinanceLancelot/status/1858950652124102769
I suspect he's right about this.
Things are so different from when I was 30-something, even early 40’s. It’s as if I’m thinking in analog and younger people are acting like history began yesterday or in 2015.
I would say that I was probably similar at that age but the differences or leaps in years were smaller. Back them it was fashion, music, maybe anti-war hippy stuff. Now it’s “bash you over the head” if you don’t see it the way it’s been reformulated:
“The past was alterable. The past never had been altered. Oceania was at war with Eastasia. Oceania had always been at war with Eastasia.”