January 21, 2010

• I am tired but it is a good tired

  Loooooooonnnng wordy post. You have been warned...

  
  
  It meant LOOOOOOONNNNNG words

  My day started out with a text from Elisa at 8am. She opened the coffee shop this morning.

  
  
  It seems that someone took all the cash for the drawer. One hundred bucks missing. We both knew exactly who it was. No details as that would be talking out of turn. Nevertheless, no way to start the week (the gallery and cafe are closed Monday and Tuesday, so Wednesday is like Monday).

  
  
  Oh my dog. I jumped up and cleaned up. Ran to the bank and had change made with my own dough. Got it over to the coffee shop before things got busy. But with the torrential rains, it probably remained quiet for most of the day. I will see tomorrow when I go in.

  
  
  While I was there my son called me. It seems that he had found a forty ounce Old Milwaukee Ice beer in the glove box of my mom's Jeep.
  
  I mentioned that my brother was up to ridiculous hijinx while mom has been so ill and in the hospital. I must clarify that my brother is a irresponsible alcoholic. While he does "care" for my mother, he is still completely unreliable and a very mean drunk. I get calls all the time from mom when he is drinking. It has been this way for years. I went to the bank last week and canceled her atm card because he was using it all week long for who knows what while she was in the hospital. My son and I went to moms house on Sunday. I had my son take the Jeep. He needs the wheels and I do not want to worry about my brother drinking and driving.
  
  Meanwhile, I was feeling so guilty about doing that. My brother swears he never drinks and drives. I knew this was not true but felt bad about leaving him stuck. This whole situation with my mom is so stressful and filled with really messed up family dynamic.
  
  Anyhoo...my son's call reinforced for me that I had made the right call. Ack...

  
  
  Sorry, I could not find a big person on a respirator photo, but this is about what mom has been attached to since she coded last week

  From there I headed to the hospital to visit mom. She still has the tube down her poor gullet as her oxygen levels have been too unstable to take her off the respirator. She looked tired and irritable when I got there. However, the nurses have all complimented her to me on what a great patient she is being. I am glad that she is being this way for them.
  
  Good News of the Day - they in fact did remove the tube this morning while I was there and put an oxygen mask on her. I had to rush out, so we did not have much of a visit. The relief of being off that respirator was very clear on her tired little face, though. I kissed her bye and told her I loved her then rushed home.
  
  TO GET READY FOR SCHOOL! It actually started yesterday for me, but last night was just my yoga class. Today was the meat and potatoes of my school schedule. Three classes in the afternoon. Art History, Beginning Spanish and Beginning American Sign Language.

  
  
  I do not ever see myself doing this type of yoga posture (asana)

  I am finally home from a long long day. I am exhausted and have lots of opinions and enthusiasm for my first full day of school. The teachers differed from each other. All the classes sound fast paced and interesting. Even the yoga. The yoga teacher is some hunky track and field coach who also teaches Pilates. He mentioned Power Yoga and turning up the heat and SWEAT. It may or may not be for me, but will probably still be good for me and my body no matter. Some sounded very strict and some did not. The classes are huge and cramped. In Art History I had to sit on the floor.
  
  I hope I can handle this and not become overwhelmed. So far I am optimistic but still worried.
  
  I finally got home at 9pm, ate a snack and was about to put on my pajamas when my cell phone rang. It was the owner of the gallery who is in SO Cal for an art fair. I guess the alarms were going off over at the gallery and no one  else would pick up the phone. Would I please go over there? Yeah sure...I was only a little worried about going in the place with the alarm ringing and all the lights out but once I got there and tried to unlock the door, it became somewhat clear what may have happen.

  
  
  The front lock was screwed up, as though someone had tried to break in. Or just vandalize the lock. This has happen before. I went in the side door. Checked another door. Turned off the alarm. Nothing seemed out of place but I did not check that hard. I open in the morning and there has been any foul play I will report it then. I am just too tired tonight.
  
  I called the hospital tonight and actually spoke to my mom. She cannot speak all that well, in fact I did not expect to speak to her. I was just checking in that the tube removal was working out. Anyway, she wants me to call her in the morning when her voice is stronger.

  
  
  Let the bitching begin...sigh...

  
  
  Happy end of Hump Day, xanga crew. Is your 2010 starting off with all the bells and whistles?
  

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