fredericks: (Ted Laid Out (if you know the artist ple)
Yesterday was normal, quiet, and more than a little boring. Last night was weird. Dad had another seizure in the middle of the night and mom sort of freaked out (understandable, I guess). It was only a matter of time in my mind, seeing he has refused to take his medication and continues smoking and drinking [my brother just came in and told me to "keep checking" on dad, who's lying down in his room...hmmm, okay]. That culminated in me being woken up by a frantic mom at 2:30, and then going with her to the hospital at 3:30 after the paramedics refused to let her ride with them. The oldest youngest brother, who looked sort of shell-shocked, asked me what would happen if my father died, meaning what would happen in a financial state, with us. My folks don't discuss money at all, so I figure they'll be royally screwed. I didn't bother to mention that to him; poor kid most likely wouldn't have been able to take it.

I stayed with mom in the hospital until around 7, lying down in the kid section with a TV that played The Disney Channel (too much That's So Raven in the early morning, programming people) and falling asleep on myself in uncomfortable positions. Dad was fine - he'd recovered from the seizure after a couple of minutes and was stuck in the ER waiting for the backlogged doctors to get around to him - so mom took pity on me and decided to take me back home. My mom is so very very awesome sometimes, freak outs and all. She dropped me off, grabbed some coffee, and then headed back. I tried to get some sleep but our house always seems to turn into the party line after 8:30; I'd start falling asleep, someone would call, and I'd have to run and answer it. Fun. Folks came back in around 3, after the docs gave dad a CAT scan (which was negative) and popped him a double dose of his meds. 11 hour wait for that. Oh yeah.


Some more news - the scholarship money FINALLY showed up on my Pace bill. Hopefully I'll get the extra in my hand soon so I can pay off Krishna's vet bills and get the rest of my supplies. The Hunter woman *claims* the fracking check is documented as being mailed on July 29th, and I smelled the BS through the handset. Why it's taken her so long to get back to me, after I've been writing her for at least the last month about this I don't fracking know. What I do know is that while I maintained decorum over the phone during the two times I spoke with her, when I hung up with her the first word out of my mouth was "bitch". Gah. HATE. She *says* if the check hasn't been cashed they can issue a "stop payment" and re-issue me a check. Watch she tells me the check's been cashed or she doesn't get back to me. Such a bitch.
fredericks: (Daria)
The young woman two computers down from me is eating lunch. It appears to be shish kabob procured from the truck outside of school. It is very pungent. My nose and stomach are rebelling.

I crave something sweet right now. I would amble on down to the vending machines on the second floor of this building, but the thought of spending eighty-five cents on sixty-cent candy is less that appealing. Before my notetaking assignment begins I think I will walk the three blocks or so down to a reputable cafe/bakery and introduce myself to a confection of some sort.

I proctored an exam for a young woman I'd once worked with. She was hyper but fun, as usual. I ended up having to write for her because she asked me nicely, and she seemed to be having difficulties getting her thoughts straight (when she hinted to the fact that she had ADHD I was not surprised). Unfortunately I ended up doing too much, helping her instead of just scribing word-for-word. I realized what I was doing a couple of times and wanted to smack myself. I settled with occasionally spilling iced coffee water on myself, because I am a clumsy fool. She asked me to edit a paper for her tomorrow and I decided to do it, because I need money and because I love to edit. And she's nice, if chattier than a chipmunk.

Yesterday I got an unsolicited compliment on my writing. Not the writing here, of course, but at a RPG I frequent. It warmed the cockles of my cold cold heart, it did. I've been going so long feeling like I'm a damned idiot, it's nice to think I can manage something so that someone can lend me praise.

I have four books in my bag right now. I just finished Poppy Z. Brite's Lost Souls. I enjoyed it so much that, before turning the final page, I took the train up to the nearest B&N and picked up two more of Brite's books, Wormwood and Drawing Blood. They seem to be related, and I do hope to find out more about Ghost and Steve. The other book I'm toting, the one I was supposed to read after I finished Lost Souls, is Redwall. I'm ashamed to say I have yet to read it, since it's a classic and all. I've tried to get through it a couple of times in the past, I'm sure. It didn't click for me.

Last night I dreamt that I was diagnosed with stomach cancer. My uncle died of that. I remember the feelings of despair and impending doom that raced through my head when I was informed that I was dying. When I opened my eyes those feelings lingered for a while. My ultimate nightmare would seem to be a slow death.


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October 2013



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