a bad day
My day has been a series of unfortunate events.
Either something I ate this weekend didn't agree with me, or it's a result of
this weird cold that Christopher has given me (which happens on occasion), and
I had to get up about four times to go to the bathroom last night. And most
of today. I'm still all grumbly and am rather hesitant to eat anything, as
the toast soldiers and weak tea I had this afternoon are not sitting well at
all.
I went to the chiropractor this morning, and, despite the ungodliness of the
early hour, it was fine. My chiro is getting married in a month, so he's a
little crazy right now. It's very amusing to see someone who's 6'6" jump up
and down in excitement.
Anyway, got home and felt wretched, so back to the bathroom I went. Talked to
my mother for a bit. Poor thing has a staph infection on her foot, and the
antibiotics she's taking have rendered her legs useless today. She's not
happy.
I made an attempt at my 25-pager, which, on further consultation, doesn't
appear to be AS brutal as I'd thought. I wrote three lines and had to stop.
I went into my room, intending to read a chapter or so of
Vanity Fair,
which was approaching its bitter end, and then I woke up two hours later. And
finished the book.
So, at five this afternoon, I make another attempt at the paper, and get a
page written, which about answers the first question. However, all this time,
my dad keeps standing behind me and talking to me, as he discusses things with
Andrew over a lagging MSN voice conversation. That's rather distracting when
they're talking about your cousin's wedding and you're trying to write about
colonial administration in Zambia. Nevertheless, a page has been written, so
that's a start. I was almost in a groove when I had to go to work.
I'm slightly grumpy at this point. Whenever I start anything today, people
have been interrupting me to get me to do something for them, and this has
been on the phone, over the internet, and across the house. Plus, I feel like
ass and I've just woken up and am groggy and overheated.
I head out to my car, get in, scowl at my evil next door neighbour, put on my
seatbelt, click on the radio, and turn the key.
*CLICK*
And that is the only noise that will come out of my car, ladies and
gentlemen. It worked FINE last night, but today, it won't even turn over.
I thought it might have been out of gear, but it wasn't. The battery's not
dead, as the radio was working fine, and the car turns on okay, but it will
not start. I need this car to last me another two years folks. Pray for Baby
for me, will ya?
Taking the beastmonster of an SUV, I arrive at the office to discover that the
Wayner is still here, and hanging over my desk doing real estate, whilst
talking to himself about it. He then starts on another diatribe about this
set of clients of ours. I make the mistake of asking a legal question. The
diatribe continues.
He is gone now, however, and I am alone with my work and my grumbly tummy.
Wish me luck.
11:54 PM
If you thought it couldn't get worse . . .
The doctor told my mother this afternoon that if the infection didn't go down
by about 6 tonight, she was to go to the hospital. The fact that she can't
move her legs at all complicates things. We got her downstairs and into a
wheelchair and out of the house and she went to the hospital around 9-ish. My
dad just called to say that they're keeping her there for a few days.
So now I'm worrying. I keep thinking the worst kind of stuff, as is my
insomniac wont to do when it gets late and things aren't going well. I'm a
pessimist at heart.
It's just that stuff keeps getting
worse for her. She has good days on
occasion, but she's not getting any better. I mean, I've never really had a
normal mother, not since I was very little, so it's kind of ingrained in me
that this stuff will happen, and I can remain calm and helpful during these
sorts of situations. But in the past couple of years it's gotten pretty
serious, more so in the past year than any other time. And I can't help but
worry.
Right, I'm just being morose here. I'll go to sleep and be better in the
morning. I promise.
Posted by Ally at April 26, 2005 06:21 PM