03-07-2019, 08:40 PM
Cool story, bro. srsly.
I guess today went okay. I caught up on a few things - replaced some critical batteries, got some supplies, donated some clothes from High School that were in my way (some black parachute pants - srsly - and several medium and small T-shirts). My mom and I had a talk about what might happen next, as if either of us have any idea. But it was good to talk. I spent most of the day in the living room, listening to a classic rock station and working on some ezine pieces, Pat's Captain Marvel review for tomorrow, a dangling Into the Badlands interview, some odd work jobs. My mom has these spells where she's just suffering, gasping, wincing and trying to find a position of comfort. Those are hard because there's so little to do - so I try to focus on the clock for when I can give her another pain med. That's so hard to listen to - the suffering. It gnaws at my mind.
Stacy suggested that she stay over on Sunday night so I can get back to the Cruz for a night, get some precious ocean air, and a little break.
I'm most worried about the end of March, when I have lots of engagements - a major tournament, a trip for visit Tara, a concert. She's okay on her own for short periods, but she can't feed herself or medicate herself. That requires a medical caretaker, or a trusted friend or family. My cousin returns the week before, so he might help, but I'm not sure - they are returning from Spain and they are older, so they might not be up for it.
I guess today went okay. I caught up on a few things - replaced some critical batteries, got some supplies, donated some clothes from High School that were in my way (some black parachute pants - srsly - and several medium and small T-shirts). My mom and I had a talk about what might happen next, as if either of us have any idea. But it was good to talk. I spent most of the day in the living room, listening to a classic rock station and working on some ezine pieces, Pat's Captain Marvel review for tomorrow, a dangling Into the Badlands interview, some odd work jobs. My mom has these spells where she's just suffering, gasping, wincing and trying to find a position of comfort. Those are hard because there's so little to do - so I try to focus on the clock for when I can give her another pain med. That's so hard to listen to - the suffering. It gnaws at my mind.
Stacy suggested that she stay over on Sunday night so I can get back to the Cruz for a night, get some precious ocean air, and a little break.
I'm most worried about the end of March, when I have lots of engagements - a major tournament, a trip for visit Tara, a concert. She's okay on her own for short periods, but she can't feed herself or medicate herself. That requires a medical caretaker, or a trusted friend or family. My cousin returns the week before, so he might help, but I'm not sure - they are returning from Spain and they are older, so they might not be up for it.
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