My mother is going in for surgery on her leg on Monday because the dogs knocked her over and tore a ligament off the bone. It should be routine, but she's at the age where I'm seeing every hospital visit as the last breath she'll breathe, what with the diabetes and all. Especially since I don't get news of her hospital visits until weeks after the fact. Some days when I think about it I keep expecting a phone call of "Oh, yeah, that movie was great, btw mom died last week". Because the boys in my immediate family are awesome like that. And also she called to let me know that she made me second on her executor list, or something. Which I'm glad she's gotten her shit together instead of just talking about it, but it makes it more real.
And mom's depression over my older brother's life-fuck-up makes every conversation harder as I try to decipher whether her soft voice is because she's physically ill or just sad over him.
And I need to get over my snit with my older brother (recap: he's living in my old bedroom because he's a lying thieving alcoholic who destroyed his almost-marriage and I haven't liked or loved him since I was a teenager and I've refused to go home and visit because he's there in my bed and I don't want to have to deal with him 24/7) so that I can see her.
Ack, Julie, that's hard. Just try to focus on the surgery, I guess. If you can get her to ask one of the med staff to call you, might help, I don't know.
Yay, Pix, for puppies back at home. Sorry for the vet drama.
We got a $2000 bill for an ambulance ride. And it's from SLC airport to the hospital Grace went to. Can't wait to see the life flight bill. Or the ambulance ride from K's dad's place to the Idaho hospital. Or ER visit in IF. Or the emergency surgery, ICU and other stuff in SLC.
I'm feeling a little panicky, actually.
Uhg. How does Grace's mediCAL play into all that? Don't answer if it makes you more freaked out.
Oh, Kat, I forgot you'd just gone through that. Sorry to have brought it up!
We got a $2000 bill for an ambulance ride. And it's from SLC airport to the hospital Grace went to. Can't wait to see the life flight bill. Or the ambulance ride from K's dad's place to the Idaho hospital. Or ER visit in IF. Or the emergency surgery, ICU and other stuff in SLC.
Oh man, Kat. That is anxiety-producing for sure, even if it all works out OK. Good luck.
I JUMPED OUT OF AN AIRPLANE TODAY! AND LIVED!!!! OMG. My coworker and I decided to sign up to skydive, so we did. And I HATED the free-fall part (cold! windy! can't breathe! can't think! AHAHHHHHHH!) but once the parachute went, it was OK. And I was worried the landing would hurt, but it was totally fine. YAY. Apparently coworker's parachute was a little hardcore, so she's got some bruises where her harness was--her guy said it happens maybe 1 in 500 times (it worked fine, just came out more snappy than some?). Whew. And now I can say I've done that. And never do it again.
WOOO meara! That's awesome!
In me-news: lying in a hammock in the shade with a trashy historical mystery to hand and a hummingbird occasionally flitting into view? Not bad at all.
