I wish there was some trick or tool I could tell you that would make your family problems go away. It would be nice, wouldn’t it? That sibling that’s always making the wrong choices, the parent with anger management issues, the grandparent with the tendency to disapprove of everything and tell you about it. Things that might not be too bad to handle alone but some days everything stirs itself up into a moltov cocktail and goes off on your ass.
This hasn’t been the greatest week. Complications at work, I lost the funding for the house and my grandmother is in the hospital and it looks like this could be the end. Family is coming in from all over and I’ve taken it upon myself to house some of them. It hasn’t been easy. While my parents and I play it cool and hope for the best while planning for the worst – we have other family who are hysterical over spilled milk.
I don’t understand this. I really don’t. Yes, loss is a sad thing. Cherishing a life you’ve lost and moving on hurt. You don’t make the situation worse. This is what we’re dealing with right now on top of my grandmother’s situation. It’s putting more of a strain on everyone – and I have yet to say anything to compound the question. Which is a good thing because if my father or I say something things will get ugly, it’s just getting to that point.
Patience is a virtue I need more of. Today is going to be a strain. Here’s hoping for a better tomorrow.
You’re pretty amazing. This week has pushed home how awesome people can be.
For those who have been in my life before I went public with this blog, they know what this year has been like. My dad had a stroke. My dad had major surgery on his foot. My mom almost had kidney failure. And now my Grandmother is in the hospital. It’s scary and I won’t be surprised when the grey hair starts coming in. As an only child and independantly single, when these things happen it’s hard to lean anywhere.
Sometimes I think I’m a fridgid bitch because I’ve accepted that my family likes to flirt with death. It’s what being born into this family is all about. Death will come, so I wait with eyes wide open. It doesn’t make the instances where a family member goes to the hospital better, it only means that I’m not unprepared. The fact that I have a Go Bag primed for these occasions speaks to the issue.
What I have constantly been surprised by – is you. My readers. My friends. People I’ve never met but offer their condolences, prayers and sometimes even dinner if I need it. It’s unexpected and while I haven’t needed anything more than a distracting conversation, it means a lot to me. In all the hussle and bustle of the online world we seem to think we’re becoming less involved on the person to person level. This last week has shown me that somehow I’ve gotten pluged into the right groups of people, and I’m incredibly thankful.
You might have noticed, if you see me around the Twittersphere, that I’ve been off at the hospital. My grandmother, you see, had a stroke on Tuesday and she’s still not regained consciousness. I’m going to be noticeably absent and when I do pop up, very grumpy. It hasn’t been the best of weeks and this only makes it that much more of a depressing time.
Hug your family today. You never know how much time you have left with them.
I think I’ve developed food allergies.
No, seriously. I’ve never been allergic to anything edible until the last few years when things started bothering me but recently it’s gotten unreal. I know some people who have gluten free diets, others who developed milk intolerance among other crazy things.
So when do you know it’s time to go to the doctor to see what you’re body is trying to tell you?
This is almost cliche to say, but I hate going to the doctor. I don’t do it much. I don’t look for problems. I ignore broken bones unless they’re interfering with my life. But I’m to the point where I’m scared to eat new foods because they might make me sick. So, whenever I get my new insurance information I’m going to break down and go to the doctor.
I’m a poor steward of my health. I drink too many beverages that are sweet, I favor foods that are high in carbs or calories. I don’t exercise enough. But even I can see the flashing neon sign. And, now that I’ve admitted this to you I’m ten times more likely to go to the doctor and follow through on this.