March is Over Already!
This is completely unacceptable. The first three months of the year are gone! For a while there I felt like I was getting a lot done but right now I'm feeling a little behind the curve. I think my job situation has me in limbo. I've been contemplating leaving and at the same time, I'm due for a review and curious to know what the current employer has to say. I filled out a self-evaluation and made it quite clear that I need more variety and responsibility in my work and though I've got my eye on the door, I wonder what their response will be. To this point, I feel like they haven't taken me very seriously -- probably because I've mentioned this stuff mostly in passing. Well, now it's in black & white and if nothing else, I've laid the groundwork for leaving without them being left to wonder why. My willingness to go somewhere else is probably why I said as much as I did on my self-eval. I just wanna know what the end result is gonna be.
Speaking of end result, Terri Schiavo finally passed today and though I think it was probably best for her to be allowed to die, it sounds like the husband was an asshole to the bitter end, insisting upon being alone with her when she passed. I could not imagine looking at my husband's parents and brothers and sisters and saying "sorry, you can't be here." Who does that? Unfortunately, I think more bad things may come of this situation because some people allow themselves to get so wrapped up in other people's drama that it wouldn't surprise me if someone went after the husband. I am interested, though, to know the results of the autopsy. I think the parents will have to accept that their daughter's brain was basically gone and replaced with spinal fluid. I think if the husband had treated his wife's family better over the years, they might have been more willing to accept that her condition wasn't going to improve. From what little I know about this whole mess, it seems the family mostly resented being treated as though their existence was somehow incidental or irrelevant.
So I feel sad for them, but we all have our own crosses to bear. My grandmother is in the hospital after suffering a fall a few days ago and has been in and out of hospitals regularly for over 10 years. Her body is failing her faster than her mind and she is frustrated. She lives in an apartment in an assisted living facility, but one of the conditions of living in such a place is that you are able to take care of yourself. More and more this is becoming too much of a burden for Grammy. My mom told me the other day that she thinks she may not be allowed to return to the assisted living facility but will be forced to move to a retirement home instead. That would not be good. She's been afraid of that for years and has done her damnedest to remain independent -- but we are 3,000 miles away and my uncle, who lives about an hour from her, is showing signs of exhaustion from all the years he's put in helping her out. This sucks! I'd really like to go see her, as it's going on 2 years since Jason and I were there, but the financial toll of such a trip is pretty staggering. There's really no family nearby to crash with, so the expense of a hotel in addition to the airfare and time off would be quite a burden for us. Might have to bite the bullet and just do it, though. I want to wait and see what ends up happening with her rehab and living situation before doing anything.
Alllllllllllrighty, then . . . that's all depressing stuff. Time to think about what's good. Tomorrow's Friday, TGIFF (yes, 2 F's, I'll bet you can figure out what the extra F is for), I should have a pretty easy (if a little boring) day at work, I still have some time to catch up on some shows tonight, the kitty is curled up in her bed next to the saltwater tank (that's how we got her to take to the bed), the husband is working on his metal skills (playing guitar) and our big, tall, pillow-topped bed is calling. So even though real life is nagging at me in the back of my head, I'm gonna ignore it for an hour or so and then go to sleep. Tomorrow's a new day, a new month, the start of the weekend and the weather's gonna be great. Onward and upward . . .
Speaking of end result, Terri Schiavo finally passed today and though I think it was probably best for her to be allowed to die, it sounds like the husband was an asshole to the bitter end, insisting upon being alone with her when she passed. I could not imagine looking at my husband's parents and brothers and sisters and saying "sorry, you can't be here." Who does that? Unfortunately, I think more bad things may come of this situation because some people allow themselves to get so wrapped up in other people's drama that it wouldn't surprise me if someone went after the husband. I am interested, though, to know the results of the autopsy. I think the parents will have to accept that their daughter's brain was basically gone and replaced with spinal fluid. I think if the husband had treated his wife's family better over the years, they might have been more willing to accept that her condition wasn't going to improve. From what little I know about this whole mess, it seems the family mostly resented being treated as though their existence was somehow incidental or irrelevant.
So I feel sad for them, but we all have our own crosses to bear. My grandmother is in the hospital after suffering a fall a few days ago and has been in and out of hospitals regularly for over 10 years. Her body is failing her faster than her mind and she is frustrated. She lives in an apartment in an assisted living facility, but one of the conditions of living in such a place is that you are able to take care of yourself. More and more this is becoming too much of a burden for Grammy. My mom told me the other day that she thinks she may not be allowed to return to the assisted living facility but will be forced to move to a retirement home instead. That would not be good. She's been afraid of that for years and has done her damnedest to remain independent -- but we are 3,000 miles away and my uncle, who lives about an hour from her, is showing signs of exhaustion from all the years he's put in helping her out. This sucks! I'd really like to go see her, as it's going on 2 years since Jason and I were there, but the financial toll of such a trip is pretty staggering. There's really no family nearby to crash with, so the expense of a hotel in addition to the airfare and time off would be quite a burden for us. Might have to bite the bullet and just do it, though. I want to wait and see what ends up happening with her rehab and living situation before doing anything.
Alllllllllllrighty, then . . . that's all depressing stuff. Time to think about what's good. Tomorrow's Friday, TGIFF (yes, 2 F's, I'll bet you can figure out what the extra F is for), I should have a pretty easy (if a little boring) day at work, I still have some time to catch up on some shows tonight, the kitty is curled up in her bed next to the saltwater tank (that's how we got her to take to the bed), the husband is working on his metal skills (playing guitar) and our big, tall, pillow-topped bed is calling. So even though real life is nagging at me in the back of my head, I'm gonna ignore it for an hour or so and then go to sleep. Tomorrow's a new day, a new month, the start of the weekend and the weather's gonna be great. Onward and upward . . .
posted by PlatinumGirl at 9:06 PM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home