My morning at the office started out on a painfully awkward note.
My coworker came into the office a little before 9am. She stood in the lobby and wrinkled up her nose. "It smells bad in here. Does anyone else smell that?? It's terrible!" I walked through the lobby on my way to the kitchen, and sure enough, it stunk. About that time, my boss emerged from the restroom. He looked at me, very embarrassed, and sighed. OMG. I was about as uncomfortable as I was after seeing Black Swan. And I wasn't even the one that had said something.
Pooping in the office is awk. Just throwing that out there.
On a more serious note, today marks the one month anniversary of Granddaddy's death. I miss him everyday. Every. Single. Day.
Love and Rockets,
A
Showing posts with label Granddaddy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Granddaddy. Show all posts
1.31.2011
1.12.2011
Brrrrr, it's cold in here. There must be some Toros in the atmosphere.
Name the movie that quote is from and I'll give you $5. Well, maybe not $5, but I'll give you a virtual high five and tell everyone how cool you are.
Let's do a recap of my past few weeks, shall we? We shall.
December 23: Daddy had knee and ankle surgery. All went well, as planned, and he came home that night. He's a terrible patient and refused to take his pain meds, which led to him being a pain in my ass. Kinda. He was alright except for his grumpy spells. We also got a call that Granddaddy had been admitted to the hospital and wasn't doing very well.
December 24: Christmas Eve! I usually look forward to our church service, but this year left a lot to be desired. Normally, everyone comes and it's a time of celebration and reconnection, as it should be. This year, our minister decided to do a "drop-in" style "service." This meant that you could drop in anytime within a 2-hour span, pray and meditate to yourself, and be served Communion. The end. There was no meaning, no joy, no hymns, no fellowship. It didn't feel like Christmas and I didn't like it. Bah humbug. Also, my parents didn't put up a tree this year. Daddy's surgery threw a wrench in things, so Mommy Dearest bought fern-esque plant to take the place of a tree. I bought lights because it looked too depressing without them.
December 25: Merry Christmas! Usually, my parents and I all gather in their living room (with the tree) to open presents and stockings together. Things were different this year. No stockings. No tree. Just a fern-y thing on the table in the den (near Daddy's recliner aka bed since surgery). I had taken the time to wrap presents for my parents and brought everything into the den. Mommy Dearest hands me a Rubbermaid tub with stuff in it. That's how she gift-wrapped this year. (To be fair, she'd been sick and dealing with Daddy as a "patient" so I wasn't expecting superb wrapping, but I was hoping for a notch above a clear plastic tub.) I got some tops from Old Navy and TJ Maxx, monogrammed silver bracelet and necklace, some other pretty jewelry, a Michael Kors red peacoat, and some tools for my business (Copper Alley). Now, it is our tradition to go to the movies on Christmas night and see a movie as a family. (No, we aren't Jewish, but I almost was.) This is the one time each year where we do this. Daddy doesn't like movies much, but it's tradition. This year, we left him at home since he was on crutches and it was snowing.
Mommy Dearest and I decided that we wanted to see "How Do You Know." She's not the best or most confident driver at night or in bad weather, so she asked me to drive her 1992 Volvo. We were about 2 miles from home (on the way to the movies) in the right lane. An Expedition was a little ahead of us in the left lane. All of a sudden, the Expedition's driver decided to turn right from the left lane with no signal and I knew it was going to be bad. I attempted to swerve right into the parking lot beside me but I couldn't do it without hitting the telephone pole, so I hit the Expedition. Totaled the Volvo. Luckily, everyone was alright, but Mommy Dearest was not happy. Merry Christmas... We didn't ever see the movie.
The roads are dreadful and I hate having to drive to work.
Let's do a recap of my past few weeks, shall we? We shall.
December 23: Daddy had knee and ankle surgery. All went well, as planned, and he came home that night. He's a terrible patient and refused to take his pain meds, which led to him being a pain in my ass. Kinda. He was alright except for his grumpy spells. We also got a call that Granddaddy had been admitted to the hospital and wasn't doing very well.
December 24: Christmas Eve! I usually look forward to our church service, but this year left a lot to be desired. Normally, everyone comes and it's a time of celebration and reconnection, as it should be. This year, our minister decided to do a "drop-in" style "service." This meant that you could drop in anytime within a 2-hour span, pray and meditate to yourself, and be served Communion. The end. There was no meaning, no joy, no hymns, no fellowship. It didn't feel like Christmas and I didn't like it. Bah humbug. Also, my parents didn't put up a tree this year. Daddy's surgery threw a wrench in things, so Mommy Dearest bought fern-esque plant to take the place of a tree. I bought lights because it looked too depressing without them.
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| Oh, Christmas |
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| For the first time in 63 years, we had a white Christmas. |
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| Princess Fiona was fascinated to watch the snow fall. |
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| Pretty kitty. |
December 26-December 30: This was a blur, so I'm not really sure.
December 31: This happened.
January 1-2: This happened.
January 3: I returned to work and pretended to be normal.
On that Wednesday, I woke up feeling like I'd been hit by a truck and stayed home from work. I went to the doctor that night and was told I had a flu-like virus. Awesome. I stayed home from work on Thursday, too, because I still had a fever and felt awful. I went back to work on Friday and resumed life as usual.
In the wee hours of Monday morning, we were hit by Snowstorm 2011.
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| This is what it looks like when it snows in the South. |
That's all I have for you right now. Leave me comments and tell me how awesome I am. Or not. But seriously, leave comments. Please. I like to know that I'm not just sending all of this out into the internet-space-land for no one to read.
Snowy snuggles,
A
1.03.2011
I miss him.
He died. Granddaddy died. And I found out via Facebook.
Let's rewind. On New Year's Eve morning, my parents decided that they were going to drive down to Alabama to be with the family and go see Granddaddy in the hospital. I wanted to go with them, but I had to babysit that night for a few hours and I wasn't feeling so stellar. My parents left in the afternoon and made their way down. I checked in throughout the day to see if they had any updates. He wasn't doing well at all. They'd found fluid in his lung and were going to try to remove it to ease his breathing. I prayed all day that he would recover and be able to ring in the new year with us. I arrived at my babysitting destination at 5:40pm. The couple was going to an early dinner and said they'd be home around 8:30pm. I called Mommy Dearest around 7:15pm to see if they'd made it to Alabama and if they had any news. I asked how Granddaddy was doing and Mommy Dearest hesitantly replied that he wasn't doing well. I texted back and forth with BFFAE about tentative plans for the night. After babysitting, I was planning on going home, changing clothes, and heading to her house. I put the little boys to bed went downstairs to the living room a few minutes before 8pm. I knew I had some time to kill before the couple got home, so I started browsing Facebook on my Blackberry. Everyone's status seemed to be about their plans for the evening and wishing everyone else a Happy New Year. Then I saw it. My cousin's wife had posted the sentence that I've been dreading my whole life, particularly this past week: Cynthina is ringing in the new year with a heavy heart. Claude (Jason's Granddaddy) passed away today. My heart sank, I burst into tears, and I almost threw up. I immediately called Mommy Dearest. She answered the phone and all I could say was, "He died, and no one told me??" As it turns out, she had called BFFAE and filled her in. The plan was for Mommy Dearest to call me once I got to BFFAE's house so that I wouldn't be alone when I got the news. Well, thanks to technology, that plan failed. My parents had been a few miles away from the hospital at 5:43pm when they got the call that Granddaddy had left us. They opted not to remove the fluid from his lung because his body couldn't take the strain and they didn't want to cause him any unnecessary suffering. I spent NYE alternating between crying, rationalizing that things happen for a reason and that he's in a better place now, being angry that I wasn't there, and trying to pack clothes for everyone to wear to the funeral. Unfortunately, my good friend Harley Chick's Grandpa had just been diagnosed with stage 4 bladder cancer and died the same day. And my Grandmother's brother that had been placed in the care of Hospice passed away at 1am on New Year's Day.
I need some time to catch my breath on this one, plus I may or may not have started crying while writing this.
To be continued....
A
Let's rewind. On New Year's Eve morning, my parents decided that they were going to drive down to Alabama to be with the family and go see Granddaddy in the hospital. I wanted to go with them, but I had to babysit that night for a few hours and I wasn't feeling so stellar. My parents left in the afternoon and made their way down. I checked in throughout the day to see if they had any updates. He wasn't doing well at all. They'd found fluid in his lung and were going to try to remove it to ease his breathing. I prayed all day that he would recover and be able to ring in the new year with us. I arrived at my babysitting destination at 5:40pm. The couple was going to an early dinner and said they'd be home around 8:30pm. I called Mommy Dearest around 7:15pm to see if they'd made it to Alabama and if they had any news. I asked how Granddaddy was doing and Mommy Dearest hesitantly replied that he wasn't doing well. I texted back and forth with BFFAE about tentative plans for the night. After babysitting, I was planning on going home, changing clothes, and heading to her house. I put the little boys to bed went downstairs to the living room a few minutes before 8pm. I knew I had some time to kill before the couple got home, so I started browsing Facebook on my Blackberry. Everyone's status seemed to be about their plans for the evening and wishing everyone else a Happy New Year. Then I saw it. My cousin's wife had posted the sentence that I've been dreading my whole life, particularly this past week: Cynthina is ringing in the new year with a heavy heart. Claude (Jason's Granddaddy) passed away today. My heart sank, I burst into tears, and I almost threw up. I immediately called Mommy Dearest. She answered the phone and all I could say was, "He died, and no one told me??" As it turns out, she had called BFFAE and filled her in. The plan was for Mommy Dearest to call me once I got to BFFAE's house so that I wouldn't be alone when I got the news. Well, thanks to technology, that plan failed. My parents had been a few miles away from the hospital at 5:43pm when they got the call that Granddaddy had left us. They opted not to remove the fluid from his lung because his body couldn't take the strain and they didn't want to cause him any unnecessary suffering. I spent NYE alternating between crying, rationalizing that things happen for a reason and that he's in a better place now, being angry that I wasn't there, and trying to pack clothes for everyone to wear to the funeral. Unfortunately, my good friend Harley Chick's Grandpa had just been diagnosed with stage 4 bladder cancer and died the same day. And my Grandmother's brother that had been placed in the care of Hospice passed away at 1am on New Year's Day.
I need some time to catch my breath on this one, plus I may or may not have started crying while writing this.
To be continued....
A
12.30.2010
Isn't it supposed to be the most wonderful time of the year??
I'm a believer that sometimes you say things and but those ideas out into the world, and they are that more likely to happen. I believe you can jinx people. Call me weird or superstitious or whatever. In my last post, I mentioned that I am afraid of my grandparents passing away. Well, we got a call on December 23 that Granddaddy had been taken to the hospital by ambulance. I will spare you the details, but apparently he has an infection somewhere in his body that has his white blood cell count elevated, has him dehydrated, has him slightly delirious, in pain, and he lost some blood. And they still can't find the source of the infection. We have been getting reports from family members who live near them in Alabama, and we thought he was improving. Apparently not. The nurses brought in DNR and Living Will paperwork last night. I'm angry that all of this is happening. I'm angry that they have brought out the paperwork. Until recently, my 91 year-old Granddaddy had been going to work everyday, and now it's like the doctors are giving him subpar care because he's old. Old people get sick and die. That's not ok with me. He's supposed to be ok. He's supposed to celebrate his 71st wedding anniversary with my Grandmother in January. He's supposed to see me get married. I'm trying to say prayers and stay optimistic, but I'm angry. To top it all off, we also found out yesterday that my Grandmother's only living brother was put on Hospice.
I know I owe y'all a post about Christmas, and that will come later. This is consuming all out my thoughts right now. Prayers and thoughts are appreciated.
A
I know I owe y'all a post about Christmas, and that will come later. This is consuming all out my thoughts right now. Prayers and thoughts are appreciated.
A
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