I spent a couple of hours last night in the emergency room with my grandma and my great-aunt Sal, who happens to work in the ER. My grandpa was taken by ambulance to the ER from the nursing home he lives at because he was having trouble breathing and was very lethargic.
He has some sort of respiratory infection and had a fever but seemed to be feeling better after they pumped him full of Tylenol and antibiotics. He'll probably be staying overnight there for a couple of days.
It's a surreal experience to see the man who gave you whisker rubs and snowmobile rides and who could make and fix anything in his woodshop looking so small and helpless in his hospital bed, hooked up to machines.
Get better soon, grandpa.
Friday, December 29, 2006
Thursday, December 28, 2006
Post-Christmas Blues
So sad that Christmas is over. I keep wanting to listen to my Christmas songs I downloaded from iTunes, but somehow can't retain that holiday spirit to stick it out through two or three songs. Bummer. The magic of the season is gone.
I took the week before Christmas off, which was the best thing I could have done. I got so much accomplished and felt like a half-way decent mother who was able to stay home and clean, bake cookies, etc. Heck, even the dog was happy to see me around during the day. I was able to attend Erika's choir concert without feeling rushed and the house was clean enough to have Erika's grandmothers over for brownies afterwards (ok, the baked goods were actually store-bought, but whatever.)
Now our house is a mess with post-Christmas crap scattered everywhere. Our tree is drying up and spreading needles everywhere, poking me through my new socks from Santa when I step on them. Erika needs to go back to school. She calls me at work several times a day, telling me I need to bring home dinner from: Quiznos, Rafferty's, McDonalds, etc. - you name it - and that we need to go shopping at Target so she can get outfits for her new iDog.
I'm looking forward to New Year's Eve. Erika may be staying at a friend's house and Nels and I will likely be parked in front of the TV watching Dick Clark's New Year's Rockin' Eve. We're not an exciting couple, but hey, we have fun.
I'm sure our sad little tree will still be in our living room as we ring in the new year.
I took the week before Christmas off, which was the best thing I could have done. I got so much accomplished and felt like a half-way decent mother who was able to stay home and clean, bake cookies, etc. Heck, even the dog was happy to see me around during the day. I was able to attend Erika's choir concert without feeling rushed and the house was clean enough to have Erika's grandmothers over for brownies afterwards (ok, the baked goods were actually store-bought, but whatever.)
Now our house is a mess with post-Christmas crap scattered everywhere. Our tree is drying up and spreading needles everywhere, poking me through my new socks from Santa when I step on them. Erika needs to go back to school. She calls me at work several times a day, telling me I need to bring home dinner from: Quiznos, Rafferty's, McDonalds, etc. - you name it - and that we need to go shopping at Target so she can get outfits for her new iDog.
I'm looking forward to New Year's Eve. Erika may be staying at a friend's house and Nels and I will likely be parked in front of the TV watching Dick Clark's New Year's Rockin' Eve. We're not an exciting couple, but hey, we have fun.
I'm sure our sad little tree will still be in our living room as we ring in the new year.
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