hmmm...
Continuing on the line of having a bit too much on my plate--I've apparently opted for desert as well.
The new roommate is fine. The 7 month old twins are very cute, if a little full of crying. Her boyfriend (father of said twins) is here now, which is good because he's a very nice guy and he can help take care of the babies, which makes him an even nicer guy.
Sometimes everything just comes together and beats on you for a while, and I guess that's what is happening at the moment.
My dad is back in the hospital. At one point I was pretty sure he was going to die. He was very ill. It's difficult when you see someone so powerful reduced to writhing in agony. Life really isn't all that short. We have to face days that seem to last for a month, and days that seem to last 5 minutes. We have the time to do things that we want to do--maybe not all, but we do have time to do many things.
It's when our ability to do what we love to do leaves us that we become angry and frustrated. When that ability is taken because of someone else's stupidity, our anger is justified. My father spent a year unable to play with his grandchildren, or go to places with his wife, or even work on a regular basis because a doctor decided that he didn't need an angiogram.
I'm a little too frustrated and tired to be coherent. I'm also very certain that this blog has many grammatical and/ or spelling errors in it. I may give my friend access and have her correct them because I'm just not up to it right now.
/hugs for everyone and keep in touch.
Continuing on the line of having a bit too much on my plate--I've apparently opted for desert as well.
The new roommate is fine. The 7 month old twins are very cute, if a little full of crying. Her boyfriend (father of said twins) is here now, which is good because he's a very nice guy and he can help take care of the babies, which makes him an even nicer guy.
Sometimes everything just comes together and beats on you for a while, and I guess that's what is happening at the moment.
My dad is back in the hospital. At one point I was pretty sure he was going to die. He was very ill. It's difficult when you see someone so powerful reduced to writhing in agony. Life really isn't all that short. We have to face days that seem to last for a month, and days that seem to last 5 minutes. We have the time to do things that we want to do--maybe not all, but we do have time to do many things.
It's when our ability to do what we love to do leaves us that we become angry and frustrated. When that ability is taken because of someone else's stupidity, our anger is justified. My father spent a year unable to play with his grandchildren, or go to places with his wife, or even work on a regular basis because a doctor decided that he didn't need an angiogram.
I'm a little too frustrated and tired to be coherent. I'm also very certain that this blog has many grammatical and/ or spelling errors in it. I may give my friend access and have her correct them because I'm just not up to it right now.
/hugs for everyone and keep in touch.
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