H3LL of a Month
Since no one reads this I will tell you all about my month. I got this really great job! I love my job. The people who I work with are great. after being on the job for 3 weeks I got a bad case of pneumonia (is there such a thing as a good case?) So for my 4th week I am at home trying to breath, good news is that I quit smoking!!! (fear not it didn't last long)
So here I am going about my life and feeling good that I have not lost my job for my week off, and my family seems to be flowing nicely. Then one night I step outside my front door, where my daughter and her friend are supposed to be sitting talking, to tell my daughter that it is time to come in and there is no one there. I spent the next 2 hours searching the neighborhood, calling the cops, and generally frantically trying to find the child. At about this time I am on the phone with one of the local hospitals, when I get a phone call from another local hospital that my daughter is in their emergency room. She has swallowed a bottle of pills and is not doing well. I call my DH, who has gone to work and rush to the hospital. I spent the night watching heart monitors praying. She is fine (now I am ready to kill her) I miss 2 days work after being back at work for just a week from my illness.
As my daughter is recovering in the adolescent psych ward, I find out that my dear friend needs brain surgery. I help her to get her stuff organized in between visits to the hospital and family psych meetings. I miss a day of work to sit at the hospital while my friend has surgery just a week after missing 2 days for my daughter. I spend the rest of the week visiting my daughter for an hour in the mornings, my friend for an hour and then I rush off to work to return to the hospitals after work for another visit. (It would be really nice if they could have chose to be in the same hospital not one's on opposite sides of the city!)
Now we have a meeting with my daughter's psychiatrist, psychologist, and counselor and they recoment to me that for my daughter's peace of mind, and since she is feeling so lonely since her brother left for college (another kettle of fish) that we need to get her a dog!!!!!
Daughter:
"Oh mom I'll take care of it. I'll walk it every day and feed it and clean up the poo poo in the backyard."
Me:
"Funny I seem to recall this same conversation with the last dog ... which I had to take to the vet when he was suffering ... and I was the one that walked the dog, fed the dog, and cleaned up the accidents in the house ... I refuse to clean the yard!"
So when tomorrow comes ... Saturday, I will get up bright and early do my rounds at the hospitals and then take my son, yep he came home from college for this special event, out shopping for a dog!!!
Out of everything that has happened the most tramatic thing for me ... getting a bloody dog!!!!!
So here I am going about my life and feeling good that I have not lost my job for my week off, and my family seems to be flowing nicely. Then one night I step outside my front door, where my daughter and her friend are supposed to be sitting talking, to tell my daughter that it is time to come in and there is no one there. I spent the next 2 hours searching the neighborhood, calling the cops, and generally frantically trying to find the child. At about this time I am on the phone with one of the local hospitals, when I get a phone call from another local hospital that my daughter is in their emergency room. She has swallowed a bottle of pills and is not doing well. I call my DH, who has gone to work and rush to the hospital. I spent the night watching heart monitors praying. She is fine (now I am ready to kill her) I miss 2 days work after being back at work for just a week from my illness.
As my daughter is recovering in the adolescent psych ward, I find out that my dear friend needs brain surgery. I help her to get her stuff organized in between visits to the hospital and family psych meetings. I miss a day of work to sit at the hospital while my friend has surgery just a week after missing 2 days for my daughter. I spend the rest of the week visiting my daughter for an hour in the mornings, my friend for an hour and then I rush off to work to return to the hospitals after work for another visit. (It would be really nice if they could have chose to be in the same hospital not one's on opposite sides of the city!)
Now we have a meeting with my daughter's psychiatrist, psychologist, and counselor and they recoment to me that for my daughter's peace of mind, and since she is feeling so lonely since her brother left for college (another kettle of fish) that we need to get her a dog!!!!!
Daughter:
"Oh mom I'll take care of it. I'll walk it every day and feed it and clean up the poo poo in the backyard."
Me:
"Funny I seem to recall this same conversation with the last dog ... which I had to take to the vet when he was suffering ... and I was the one that walked the dog, fed the dog, and cleaned up the accidents in the house ... I refuse to clean the yard!"
So when tomorrow comes ... Saturday, I will get up bright and early do my rounds at the hospitals and then take my son, yep he came home from college for this special event, out shopping for a dog!!!
Out of everything that has happened the most tramatic thing for me ... getting a bloody dog!!!!!
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posted by Rae at 2:00 PM
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