*I drafted this before Reg's seizure on Monday, August 1st - but I feel like it describes so much of the emotional roller coaster I've been on, I'm sharing it anyway. It might even make you laugh . . .
Curly and I got home from visiting Nana at the hospital followed by NOT dropping Curly off at the golf course because someone said not to bother. I suspected that that someone didn't know enough to give Curly advise, but I was too distracted to figure it out.
I told Curly to vacuum and get things done and maybe we could go to the pool when I returned with Mini after buying her a laptop for college. I thought Reg was gonna be my 'cabana' boy - I had no tasks for him to do linked to an actual pool, but I liked the sound of it, plus it's summer.
Reg was home, since basketball just ended and he couldn't caddy because he was doing the 3 day extended EEG test to see if he has a seizure disorder. I found out when the woman came to connect his head to a bunch of electrodes that he couldn't run a vacuum while hooked up. Dang. So much for my vacuuming cabana boy.
This was Tuesday morning and Reg still hadn't had a 'deja vous' episode. The stress of trying to figure out how to induce an episode was irritating me knowing that if we didn't get an episode recorded, our $2,000 after insurance money would be wasted.
Mini walked in right behind us from the poop-ified dog-sitting house and asked if she had time to shower. I JUST NEED LIKE 15 MINUTES. I really didn't want to wait, but I told her to hurry. Why had she not showered when she was waiting to meet me after she stole Coach's car? *Sigh.*
I felt a little better when I went back over to my desk and went through the pile of birth certificates AGAIN. Oh, lookie, lookie. Curly's birth certificate was there the whole time. I stuck it in my purse.
*I do have a lot of birth certificates - some kids have multiple copies.
** Note to self: some things, like searching through piles of birth certificates, should be done without being rushed.
Mini and I drove to the place where we prefer to buy computers. I could've gone a little bit out of my way to drive up the speedy state road, or take the more direct route with stop lights. I opted for the direct route. Mini and I got stopped by a freight train. Then that freight train seemed to stall. Another freight train came from the other direction. Then a commuter train. Then we had to sit and wait through all the cars ahead of us trying to cross the tracks with traffic lights. It was unbelievable. A 12 or 14 minute drive took over 30 minutes.
Meanwhile Marie was texting about all the doctors she'd spoken to and tests that were being done and how Mom didn't know her phone number or half the grandkids names. I wondered if I should've stayed at the hospital, especially if Curly didn't need to go caddy and the bank account wasn't getting set up and apparently Mini and I were going to grow into old women before we ever made it to the computer store. I scolded Mini for not being ready to go when I wanted her to go. Then . . . I lost it.
I sobbed. And sobbed. Tried to stop and then stared again.
Add to this an ordeal I'm not going to even get into, but we are at a crossroads with Lad. His exotic frog collection is overwhelming, not to mention smelly. Some of his other choices are even more concerning. We are navigating things and are unsure how to proceed. When it rains is pours.
|Any guesses on how |
many tanks he has?
Mini and I got a computer. I almost laughed when right in front of the salesman she tried to unplug the display laptop and remove the security device as if she was going to take THAT exact one home with us. She caught herself and was like OH, WAIT.
I'll say it for you, OH, MINI. How will we all be entertained once she leaves for college?
We then went to the camera store and spent more money than I care to mention (still worth every penny) to pick up the approximately 110 hours of home movies that I thought were lost, then were found, and now are transferred on a few little jump drives that I must guard with my life.
It was cloudy and I wasn't sure I should go to the pool with Curly. I hesitated. I called Coach and sobbed on the phone. Curly wanted to go to the pool. Mini urged me to go. She pointed out that even with the clouds the UV rays were 8. I didn't know what that meant. (I know what a UV ray is, but I didn't know what the range is, what number it goes up to. Hey, when it's sunny out - it means it's hot and I might get some color and I enjoy being at the pool. That's what I know).
Mini: You are a sun bathing monster, how do you not know what UV ray numbers mean?
I took Curly and her friend to the pool and I was glad. It felt good to relax and I napped a little as it wasn't too hot to fall asleep on my chair. I had warned Curly that we were going to the bank after the pool and her friend was gonna have to come with us. Understood.
We got to the bank at 4:35. They close at 5. They wouldn't open the account because it was after 4:30. My regular banker wasn't there and I know she would've done it, because we are in the system. It doesn't take that long. I say that, but we all know when I go back for my 4th try to open her account that there will be a power outage or a bank robbery or some other interference and it will take us hours.
I do know that there are people in the world with real problems and I do feel silly complaining about my day (which was last week and several days before Reg's major seizure).
Everything I tried felt wrong and I was at a loss for where I belonged - having no protocol for what one does when one's mother is in the hospital and finding it difficult to navigate with sisters who hover and monopolize. Sheesh - it was so frustrating.
I guess self-care for me is getting things accomplished and off my list. Yikes that was just not happening. BTW - Reg is on anti-seizure meds and having an MRI the 18th (soonest I could get, but the doc isn't worried).
In the next 12 days I will drive Tank back to Omaha, Coach will drive Ed to Indiana, and Coach and I will drive Mini to college together. I start babysitting on the 16th. You know the saying "Not much to see here" - well, that's not true for us at the moment.
Something your college kid is glad to have (but maybe not standard protocol) while at college? How busy is your next 12 days?