A few days ago I sat down to try and write a post, but things have grown a bit hecticāeither keeping me away from a computer, or keeping my desire to write quashed.
I finally have some time (and the desire) available to share what I was writing, as well as a few more developments to the stories I wanted to relate. Before I jump into the latest developments, hereās what I was working on this past Wednesday morning:
I hadn’t planned on writing anything this morning; however, I have found myself with time to kill, therefore, I am making a sad attempt at coming up with a post while still partially asleep.
I had awoken at a fairly decent hour this morningāa time which allowed me the thought of dropping the children by school and going to my mothers to have a few cups before truly beginning the day. The thought was nice. Unfortunately, it hasn’t gone quite as I hoped it would.
I am sitting at Mom and Dad’s throwing cup after cup of coffee, but neither my mother, nor my father, are here. I found a note on the kitchen table which informed me that Mom had taken Dad to the hospital for chest and stomach pains. The last word I received from Mom, when I called her, was that other than writhing in agony, Dad was okay. She believes that he may be having issues with his gall-bladder. So, for the time being, I’m sitting in Dad’s home office (it’s more of an over-sized closet) trying to continue waking up, and waiting on further news.
ā¦in other newsā¦
Diana started work at her new job this morning. Yes, new job. I hadn’t mentioned anything about her leaving her last job, as it closely relate to why I hadn’t written anything in some time; a point which I had barely made mention of last night, during the barrage of Dial2Do posts.
Financial hardship has this odd way of stressing people. Well, I’ve been stressed, and even slightly depressed, due to our money problems. On top of what worries I had been beginning to have in early September, Diana walked away from her job. I’m not angered by her decision, nor do I blame her for doing so, based on her treatment at work (and I would so love to go into greater detail, but must refrain from doing so, as she is still eligible for re-hire, should she find another location with openings). I just wish that she had not cracked under the pressure, and that she could have waited on leaving until she had landed another job.
These past few weeks have been very trying.
These next few weeks hold the same promise, where we have fallen so far behind.
***Break approx. 10:00am for parents return to home. Return to writing at approx. 10:50am.***
Well, Dad’s in bed right now, and Mom left to take care of a few errands. I’m sitting, keeping an eye and ear out for Dad until Mom returns from her errands.
The ER doc believes that Dad is suffering gall-bladder issues, and has scheduled him for a HIDA scan tomorrow afternoon. Currently, Dad is doped up to ease the pain. I guess we’ll get some more answers tomorrow, unless things take a slide before then.
ā¦back to the other depressing newsā¦
I don’t know. Things kind of look hopeful. It is possible for us to recover from the financial issues; though I am unsure of how long it will take. With any luck I’ll be able to work things out in two weeks and get us back on track. It’ll likely remain tight, but it’ll all work out.
I’ve picked up a few “odd-jobs” over the past few weeks, and am working to get a schedule established to where I can work these tasks without interfering with my regular chores at home and my schooling.
Ah, schooling. Another thing which has led to my depression. Another thing which has very close ties to our financial problems.
On numerous occasions throughout the past month I have thought about leaving school in order to find a job and set us back on track. I could very easily find something that pays rather nice at a factory, and quickly bring an end to our pains. But, if I were to do so, I would be losing a lot. I would lose student aid (I’m approaching the time constraint on aid for completion of my degree). My tuition would increase (the school locks tuition at the point which a student first enrolls, so long as there is no break in enrollment). And, of course, it would take longer for me to complete my degree (which is useless in today’s job marketāhow many employment ads have you seen requiring less than a bachelor’s?).
I dunno.
Now this post sounds sad and pathetic. It sounds like I’m crying about how unfair things are. That’s not where I was wanting to go. I wasn’t wanting to try and come up with anything that remotely sounded like a pleading for pity. But, it kinda sounds like that, doesn’t it?
ā¦switching gears to try and rid this post of the stench of self-loathingā¦
Ā A while ago I had introduced the thought of showing some of the ugliness of Cynthiana. I have yet to do so, but still plan to achieve that goal. Time has found ways of impeding those plans.
***break 1124
I had wanted to continue my writing Wednesday evening, but just couldnāt find the motivation to do so.
On Thursday afternoon Dad was admitted to HMH and surgery followed on Friday. Heās doing much better now, and should be released some time Monday morning/afternoon. Iāll try to bring more details there soon. Until then, Iāll throw a few links to my sisā blog:
Ā·Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā http://glostix.net/2008/10/oh-well-then/
Ā·Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā http://glostix.net/2008/10/good-so-far/
ā¦and in other newsā¦
On Thursday night, as I was returning home from school, my van started misbehaving. For the past few months it has had some issues and difficulties with normal operation, but Thursday night was a little different. I started hearing a nice metal rustling underneath the van, and seeing red hot embers flying from the rear.
Yesterday afternoon finally brought me the time to look at the van, and I think I found the problem Iāve been having for so long. I believe that all the mis- and back- firing (which led to the destruction of the catalytic converter and the tail-pipeās fireworks show) is due to a piece missing from a corner of the intake manifold. I thought that a few months prior I mightāve seen a hairline crack in that pieceā¦ Well, now the piece is goneā¦
So, this afternoon, I am attempting to do as much schoolwork as I possibly can, and will send an email to the dean, begging that I complete this quarter (aside from exams) from home, as I wonāt have transportation until I can afford repairs on the van (and I likely wonāt be able to afford any repairsāunless prayers and JB Weld workāuntil January).
Since those links to my sister’s former blog are dead, and the wayback machine’s archive is difficult to reach without reading through her other posts, here’s the text from those posts I’d previously referenced:
Oh. Well Then.
October 16th, 2008
Good So Far
October 17th, 2008