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Jul. 18th, 2002 06:43 amGot the ok from Woowoo to spend a week in Chas. this year. She said it was a big sacrifice but she was willing to make it. Now i'll order the ticket online, that is if i can ever manage to get my credit card in the same place as the computer. Having a two story house is not all it's cracked up to be when the mind is not as good as it should be.
Got a phone call from Son last night. He has an interview at Deere's tonight but yesterday the car died on them. Wife has to take the truck to work and can't be home in time to take him to the interview so he wanted to know if i would pick him up after work and take him. Of course i said yes. i have no idea what happened to the car, they've been messing with it trying to get it in shape for the longest time. They want to get another but the time just isn't right for that yet. i know he is beginning to think that everytime he gets one step ahead something happens to knock him four steps back. i worry about him a lot because of his father. i don't want him to give up like his father did. i have read that some, men especially, believe that they are doomed to repeat their father's folly andend up taking their own lives. i don't want that for my son, and i don't know how to prevent it. i would give anything and my arm to make his life peaceful, but i don't know how to kill that demon. It scares me.
Talked to Daughter today too. S.O. had his tests on Tuesday and everything went ok. They are waiting on the results from the doc. She also said she got her meds changed too. Adds another 1/2 pill to the night mixture. i spoke with Auntie Nurse about that, even after all these years, and i KNOW it was nothing i did to contribute to her losing her sight, i can't help but feel guilty.
She is such a good person. i am so lucky she is my daughter. Auntie Nurse said the dose, even with the addition, is still very low. And she is having very few side effects so there is not much to worry about along those lines. The bigger thing is how to get her not to stress out so she is more susceptible to the seizure. Auntie Nurse said maybe she should ask her doc for an anti-anxiety med she can take when she knows she is getting stressed. Sure, sure, another pill in the soup. And i just ragged Mother about how taking medication is not a bad thing. If it helps the quality of your life, you should not feel bad about taking it. And then i bitch because Daughter must take a (figurative) bowl full of meds each day to allow her to have a good quality life. i guess i'm just a born complainer. Nothing satisfies me.
If i were tall, i'd want to be short, if i had black hair i'd want red, if i had brown eyes, i'd want blue. i'm just never satisfied. My bad
Got a phone call from Son last night. He has an interview at Deere's tonight but yesterday the car died on them. Wife has to take the truck to work and can't be home in time to take him to the interview so he wanted to know if i would pick him up after work and take him. Of course i said yes. i have no idea what happened to the car, they've been messing with it trying to get it in shape for the longest time. They want to get another but the time just isn't right for that yet. i know he is beginning to think that everytime he gets one step ahead something happens to knock him four steps back. i worry about him a lot because of his father. i don't want him to give up like his father did. i have read that some, men especially, believe that they are doomed to repeat their father's folly andend up taking their own lives. i don't want that for my son, and i don't know how to prevent it. i would give anything and my arm to make his life peaceful, but i don't know how to kill that demon. It scares me.
Talked to Daughter today too. S.O. had his tests on Tuesday and everything went ok. They are waiting on the results from the doc. She also said she got her meds changed too. Adds another 1/2 pill to the night mixture. i spoke with Auntie Nurse about that, even after all these years, and i KNOW it was nothing i did to contribute to her losing her sight, i can't help but feel guilty.
She is such a good person. i am so lucky she is my daughter. Auntie Nurse said the dose, even with the addition, is still very low. And she is having very few side effects so there is not much to worry about along those lines. The bigger thing is how to get her not to stress out so she is more susceptible to the seizure. Auntie Nurse said maybe she should ask her doc for an anti-anxiety med she can take when she knows she is getting stressed. Sure, sure, another pill in the soup. And i just ragged Mother about how taking medication is not a bad thing. If it helps the quality of your life, you should not feel bad about taking it. And then i bitch because Daughter must take a (figurative) bowl full of meds each day to allow her to have a good quality life. i guess i'm just a born complainer. Nothing satisfies me.
If i were tall, i'd want to be short, if i had black hair i'd want red, if i had brown eyes, i'd want blue. i'm just never satisfied. My bad
