I just got home from a marathon of care over at my parent’s. Last week, Dad tripped over the dog, fell down and broke his kneecap. Add to that trouble with his bowels (thank God no the C.Diff is not back but still trouble exists) and you have a recipe for disaster. I went over yesterday for my regular maid duties and I couldn’t leave! Dad couldn’t get around on his own because he was so weak and there was no way I was going to leave my teeny tiny Mommy to try to haul around that sack of potatoes, so I ended up spending the night. Also, Mom needed a good night’s sleep away from Dad and all of his constant demands. So I had a bad night’s sleep in her place. Consequently, I am useless today.
I tell ya, this worry about the parents is like an instant diet! I’ve had no appetite and I’ve barely been eating just enough to get by! Yay! Stress!! Maybe I will lose a few pounds off this tubby frame before my Hustler in-person interview on Wednesday. Did I say I’m nervous about that too? Because I am.
The weather has been strangely cool and I’m trying to be o.k. with it. No, it’s not a sign of Fall, it’s just the beginning of August. It’s just a blip on the screen.
In birdy news, the babies have completely stopped asking Peaches to be fed at five weeks old. Ya know what that means….bye-bye Peaches! She and Herb will be reunited soon (and it will feel so good)…as soon as I can get my shit together and assemble their new cage. I was supposed to do that today, but all I have managed so far is a trip to the grocery store to pick up the damned Abilify and some yummy creamer for tomorrow’s coffee. Drinking black coffee would be enough to ruin my morning.
Tomorrow I’m taking Dad to the Orthopedic Surgeon to get the “official” on what his prognosis and treatment is. Urgent Care said he had to completely immobilize his knee, which is unrealistic, because then he can’t walk (hobble) to go to the bathroom, which would mean he can’t be at home. So, tomorrow is kind of a do-or-die day, we will find out if Dad has to go to a rehab, or if he can stay at home. Scary shit. He will die if he has to leave home (hopefully not literally).
And finally! In not-smoking-pot-news, I am on Day 39 of being pot-free. WOOOOO!!! I didn’t think I could do it. I wonder if Hustler requires a drug test? Wouldn’t that be ironic if I got the job, and they didn’t drug-test me??? Regardless, I am much better off being without pot and the binge-eating that goes along with it for me.
Well, that’s all the fine and fascinating news from Bipolar on Fire Land, what’s new in your world? Peach Out!