Nicole (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
trickykitty) wrote2018-01-26 06:58 am
trickykitty) wrote2018-01-26 06:58 am
Entry tags:
The State of Me
I'm working a second part-time job that really wants me to be full time. PT job encroaches, at the moment, on FT job's hours, but most of that is because it's a company that I'm coordinating getting up and running. Being the spearhead of it all means that when someone thinks of something they call, text, or email me immediately. And there's also vendors calling and emailing at all different times. This will calm down once things are set up and start falling into place.
In the meantime, I'm trying unsuccessfully to get used to a new sleeping schedule and trying carefully to hold on to my sanity while having to multitask between two jobs.
I had a wonderfully busy weekend. I worked some Saturday morning at PT job, went to an estate sale Saturday afternoon, dodged All The Pedestrians while driving through the arts district of Fort Worth on a beautiful day, described to my friend the history of the Montgomery Plaza nee Wards, found an amazing sushi cafe down Camp Bowie Blvd, bypassed frozen custard in favor of mochi ice cream, and watched Over The Garden Wall as though it was my first time, even though I'd seen it before, because I couldn't remember a damned bit about it from my first watching.
Sunday...what did I do Sunday. I swear I cannot even remember now what I did Sunday, but it was just as packed. I probably did something with the nephews. Oh yeah, I remember. I was supposed to help them put together their new trampoline that my sister got them for Christmas, but they already had that taken care of by the time I got over there. I took the boys to Chan's Mongolian for dinner and then Mom and I watched Inside Man, and by then it was time to go home and sleep.
Oh, and Mom told me my schizophrenic uncle is in the hospital in ICU. He's probably dying, needs to have a lung removed with multiple tumors in it, has infected liquids all around everywhere, his heart isn't beating right, lymph nodes hard as rocks so much so that the doctor's needle broken when trying to get tissue for a biopsy. He's most likely to die of sepsis or heart attack, and right now we're just waiting for the doctors to tell us what they plan on doing for him next.
Seriously, why do we think we're better off as a society without euthanasia?
The double job front is keeping me occupied so much that I'm not thinking about my uncle, not that it would matter because I'm otherwise pretty numb about it regardless, and probably would be even if I had no job and all the time in the world to ponder it. I still am not ready to cry over him. I'll do that when he finally does decide to depart this mortal plane, and all that other poetry jazz-sounding stuff.
In the meantime, I'm trying unsuccessfully to get used to a new sleeping schedule and trying carefully to hold on to my sanity while having to multitask between two jobs.
I had a wonderfully busy weekend. I worked some Saturday morning at PT job, went to an estate sale Saturday afternoon, dodged All The Pedestrians while driving through the arts district of Fort Worth on a beautiful day, described to my friend the history of the Montgomery Plaza nee Wards, found an amazing sushi cafe down Camp Bowie Blvd, bypassed frozen custard in favor of mochi ice cream, and watched Over The Garden Wall as though it was my first time, even though I'd seen it before, because I couldn't remember a damned bit about it from my first watching.
Sunday...what did I do Sunday. I swear I cannot even remember now what I did Sunday, but it was just as packed. I probably did something with the nephews. Oh yeah, I remember. I was supposed to help them put together their new trampoline that my sister got them for Christmas, but they already had that taken care of by the time I got over there. I took the boys to Chan's Mongolian for dinner and then Mom and I watched Inside Man, and by then it was time to go home and sleep.
Oh, and Mom told me my schizophrenic uncle is in the hospital in ICU. He's probably dying, needs to have a lung removed with multiple tumors in it, has infected liquids all around everywhere, his heart isn't beating right, lymph nodes hard as rocks so much so that the doctor's needle broken when trying to get tissue for a biopsy. He's most likely to die of sepsis or heart attack, and right now we're just waiting for the doctors to tell us what they plan on doing for him next.
Seriously, why do we think we're better off as a society without euthanasia?
The double job front is keeping me occupied so much that I'm not thinking about my uncle, not that it would matter because I'm otherwise pretty numb about it regardless, and probably would be even if I had no job and all the time in the world to ponder it. I still am not ready to cry over him. I'll do that when he finally does decide to depart this mortal plane, and all that other poetry jazz-sounding stuff.
no subject
no subject
no subject