Is there a Nurse in the woods?

I spent the day yesterday being a professional victim. I helped the nursing program at ACC with mock triage situations. Was fun. I had an MI, was dangerously hypoglycemic, drunk, and really really OCD all in one day. Fun stuff.

After playing in the wet damp air all day with these nursing neophytes, I went home, took another long hot bath (still need to grout, but didn't obscess about my thighs) and then went to my son's school for Paragon Night. He is attending an Arts Academy-charter school- and once a month they do a presentation in front of all their classmates and their families. My son was a red coat and got shot by the revolutionaries then sang a rousting rendition of "Yankee Doodle". I've never been so proud. He is absolutely blossoming at this new school. Yeah!!

Dad took Edward home for the night and Paul and I went to a play with friends. All and all a great day, today however, I feel like I have been hit with a Mack truck. Too much cold weather yesterday. Ick

Prune

I'm a fucking prune!

I just jumped out of the tub after a 90 minute soak. I sat in the rust tinged water, staring at my fat stubbly thighs, noticing how the grout is seperating from the tub and crying for 90 minutes. I'm crying for me.

Perhaps the coolest person that has ever come into my life is leaving. I'm so happy for her, it is what she wanted, it is what she needed to continue to grow. It will make her hubby happy, it is a positive thing. But I cry for me. I don't want her to go. Selfish fucking boohoo for me.

I'm stuck in this god forsaken fucking little town making less than I'm worth and hanging out for sheer familial responsibility. I tell others I love the small town feel, the no rush hour traffic, the ability to park close to any entrance. I think it's a lie. What I like about this kind of living is the wonderful people that have come into my life, and god-damn-it, if they aren't flying the coop. Poor fucking me.

Damn it, Denise, I want so badly to jump up and down in joy for you, but my heart is breaking. I know the distance in miles will leave a distance in our hearts; it always does, so I cry for me. Poor fucking boo hoo me.

So, I'm a prune, and now I'm off to bed. Tomorrow I'll face Denise, smile and tell her how happy I am for her, and really mean it. I know there are many more nights of tears for me (ME) not her. I am feeling sorry for myself; happy for her, sorry for me. What a fucking whiney ass prune I am.

Denise will wow them at Delta as she has us here in little po-dunk Alpena. Many more will get to know her and admire her as I do, as so many do. She's gonna do great things in her new position, it's just who she is. Go get 'em girl, just remember to drop this flabby stubbly thighed, grout needing, rusty tub owning, sniveling prune an e-mail on occasion.

April Showers

It's snowing. (?) (!) I don't get it? Well, I guess if I don't like it, I can move. Michigan weather. Who knows?

I'm heading home tomorrow. It will be nice to be home. My own computer, my own bed, my own hubby and kid. Ah, be it ever so humble...

MIL cried a bit today. Fear of the unknown. Heading to the Dr. to find out what's next. She has been very strong, I was waiting for a cry.

Slept crappy. I need my bed.

Disjointed thoughts this AM. Deal with it.

Falling off the Blogging Wagon

Alright, so I fell off the blogging wagon. I started off gangbusters and then fizzled. So, I start again, blah blah blahing to my hearts content. Wheee!

I am in the Detroit area staying at my in-laws. MIL got out of rehab on Wednesday and is settling in nicely at home. She is getting around adequately and is not in too much pain. Yeah! My father in law on the other hand is a big pain. Any time MIL asks him to do something she can't do, he gives her the business about it. I know it is just playful bitching but EVERYTIME she asks he gripes sighs and complains. I'd have popped him in the nose by now. Warning to DH, if this every happens to us, "Yes, Dear" will get you a lot farther than "Why don't you get up and get it yourself?"

It is snowing. It was 86 degrees on Tuesday and today it snows. Fricking Michigan weather.

Alright, so not the most exciting blog on the planet today, but a restart...

The Tax Man Cometh and Forms, Forms, Forms

Well, I finally did it. Why did I wait so long? I filed our taxes today. Online. Again. We have been filing online since 2000, and I love it. So easy, quick money returned directly to your bank account, and no line at the post office. I usually file as soon as we get all the forms, this year I dallied. I was affraid we'd have to pay. Nope. Almost 2G back. Sweet!

I'm also trying to collect all my medical receipts for the last year. Yuck. I put 1G in my flex spending account, and now I have to justify getting it out. I am sure we spent way more than $1,000.00 in medical expenses last year, but I have to PROVE that we did. ::sigh::

Oma's Crash

I woke up at 1600 yesterday (hey, I work nights) and my husband informed me that his mom had been in a car accident. We were not getting any answers from family in the area (non-medical folks) so I said "We're going." Jump in the car and 230 miles later (in less than 4 hours) we are in Madison Heights on our way up to the ICU. We had been told all she had was a broken wrist and ankle. So why the ICU bed? Turns our she also has a pelvic fracture and chest contusions from the airbag. The Docs are concerned about cardiac contusions, and her advanced age has them a bit cautious as well. Ma's 75, but she acts 50. I forget about her "advanced age".

Seems she ran a red light. Not sure of all the details, but the car is totaled. Someone called from the accident site to inform my BIL of the accident, and he was able to get there before the ambulance took her away. Thank you, who every you are.

A Day with the Kid

Took the boy to the Dr. today (Nurse Practitioner actually). All good, no illnesses, just a school physical. New allergy meds, new epi-pens, then to lunch, shopping, haircut for the boy and home to unload melting ice cream bars.

I sure love my kid. He is just a joy to be around. His word of the day... manical, as in manical laugh. Funny child.