It's a Black Parade morning in the headphones. I feel certain Jilli will back me up on this.

We oughta do it anyway ourselves, erika.

This morning is the meeting where the entire IT department gets to grill me on my error to not compensate for/detect other people's errors well enough. I feel I have very little in the way of defence here, although I want to scream. I feel like holding my breath until 11. I can think of three separate things to get in trouble for by ten o'clock alone.

I have to pull out of that steep dive. I can't have people (not my management) pulling me aside and telling me to work more accurately. That's not acceptable behaviour on my part. I got a really tough project in $360 over budget, but everything else seems to have fallen apart, and I have not gotten back in shape since that project ended.

I'm trying not to think of medical shit, because I don't know what ER to go to this weekend if home care hasn't been instituted. Two rejections in a row from RR is a bit of a hint, and everyone except the ER at Santa Monica thinks the ER should just have treated me according to the instructions in my file (rather than pretending she followd them--I'm not sure why lying is acceptable--it's not like I don't know what's in there). But, clearly, I can't think about that now. But it does need to be resolved before long even if it's not distracting me from the nine to five.

Anyway. Leaving for work early today. Just because. Aiming for a day with not even a minor slipup...

That's going to be quite a day, ita. Definitely try to leave the medical issues till later, though.

Good vibes to you, ita.

Yeesh, ita. I guess at least it'll be out on the table?

Goo luck, ita !.

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Yikes, good luck, ita.

I'm so grateful my own health is good, because it's hard enough juggling my folks' situation. I don't know how only children or people with chronic health issues of their own do parent-care, I just don't.

Last night I stopped by my folks' place to discover that Mom can't even get out of a chair without help. She's fallen four times in the last three days. And the PT insists that Dad not help her to walk: she must use the walker, because if she falls she'll hurt him, too.

Dad hadn't paid his February rent. Had lost all his forks because he keeps getting meals delivered and then sending his own flatware back to the kitchen with those dishes. Keeps printing out lists of available apartments despite the fact that Mom cannot go to the bathroom unsupported. And last Saturday they went for a drive and ended up on the Bay Bridge.

So the new doctor wants him to stop driving and get a neurology exam. Which will be a fun discussion, and I suspect that I'll be the one getting the car sold.

And despite repeated meetings with the residence staff, they're still over-charging us for the amount of care Mom is getting, and haven't credited us for the last two months' over-charging.

The only good thing to happen this week is that the title company accepts me as the only signature on the paperwork to sell their own condo.

And no word on the job situation. I haven't spoken to my boss, because I still feel a bit betrayed about the entire thing. I've decided not to jump ship right away, though: I'm going to wait until they tell me I don't have the job before I start sending out resumes. If I'm going to keep doing this parent-care thing, the relatively low-stress environment and regular hours of a government job will make a big difference in my quality of life.

Consuela, I'd suggest setting up a rent autopay for your parents, but if they're over-charging that's probably not a good idea.

Jeez, Consuela that's a lot. But that certainly has to erase any lingering doubts that they absolutely needed to be in assisted care.

Good luck today, ita!

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