Wow this feels almost like uncharted territory. I missed this place. (I thought it was “unchartered…” Spellcheck tole me otherwise.)
This week has been interesting to say the least. Work was even nutser than usual but I’m not going to get into that. Suffice it to say, I survived, but barely. I pray this damnable over time runs it’s course before too long. I’m tired being tired all the time. Tempers are simmering and nerves are taut. It’s kind of scary but I’m trying to stay on the outside looking in. You tend to see one’s true character in times of undue stress and I’m getting quite an education. I’ve been able to keep my sense of humor for the most part and I’m grateful that those prayers (for humor) have been answered if no others.
Tuesday saw a pleasant surprise when they broadcast the Inaugural ceremony on a big screen in the cafeteria at lunch. I was a bit disappointed at the lack of enthusiasm (read: cheering) but nonetheless, was glad to be seeing it as it happened. I didn’t notice anyone besides me teary-eyed. I thought at least there might be a smattering of applause. So once again I was disappointed by the apathy in the general population. But I’m not budging. I choose to keep my optimistic attitude. Yeah, it’s hard sometimes, but it’s all I got. Also, I think some people are afraid to express themselves for fear of seeming real or something, I dunno, I don’t understand people anymore. Most people anyway.
So how’s my mom? Much better now, thanks. But a piece of advice for you… If you ever find yourself in a position where someone tries to smack a scopolamine patch behind your ear, break both their arms and legs and run like hell. She was told the side effects to look for, those being a dry mouth and difficulty in urinating. They maybe should have said that she could have extreme confusion, auditory disturbances and hallucinations. Yeah. For three days. God bless her. We couldn’t leave her alone. The available fambly members were with her through the day and overnight. I stayed with her when I got home from work until my bedtime. That was scary. But she’s ok now and I’m awful glad. Had I read the above link before they stuck that effin’ patch on my mother, they certainly wouldn’t have gotten anywhere near her with the blasted thing. And it wasn’t even any bigger than a dime, if that.
Ok, I’ve managed to cover medicine, politics and economics all in one post. That’s a first.
What’s that they say about Absence? Y’all must be pretty fond of me by now, if you weren’t before. Please continue being patient with me catching up on all your posts.
