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Done This Week
Mar. 24th, 2024 02:02 pm*insert gif of Inigo Montoya saying “no, there is too much, let me sum up”*
18th: get informed at work my dad has been hospitalized due to a heart attack (again), have to wait to be picked up because my car is still in the shop and now needs a new computer
19th: arrange to work five-hour shifts so I can visit him in the ICU daily, stuck driving to work in the old ranch truck (lacks functional passenger door, passenger window, heater, low-beam headlights, functional parking break, and functional gear indicator), my mum develops cough/cold, dad regains consciousness and appears to be doing remarkably well
20th: get call from surgeon’s office that he can’t see me on the 27th, but can reschedule to the 26th, play frantic game of phone/email tag trying to tell them I will take that
21st: find out computer for car arrived but is wrong model (for an automatic, car is manual) and will have to be exchanged
22nd: dad has significant setback and has trouble breathing, additional interventions done, has to be moved to a room with better sight lines because he’s trying to escape in his confusion
23rd: double-check that all paperwork has been completed ahead of consultation, find reference to intake paperwork to be completed via email two weeks ahead of consultation, can’t determine if this refers to the multiple medical histories I already completed (including by email) or if they forgot to send me something more, send more frantic emails
24th: mum has her lost voice due to coughing, clearly has bronchitis if not pneumonia, dad convinces her to stay home and rest and she actually complies, which means she’s truly feeling horrible, leaving me to theoretically rest (since the ranch truck can’t handle that drive and I don’t use her truck) but mostly worry more
What was that I was saying last week about existential dread?
Lewisia: 3 new pieces written (somehow)
Day job: 22.75 hours, and I’m panicking over using up so much PTO when I was trying to save it up for the surgery that now feels like it may never happen
Listening: Goodnight Dreamer by Dreamer Isioma (somehow feels like I’ve always known this album, it just hit so right, though RIP my emotional associations with it forevermore due to circumstances)
Aftermarket Parts: PANIC
Other: commute to and from hospital (2+ hours daily)
18th: get informed at work my dad has been hospitalized due to a heart attack (again), have to wait to be picked up because my car is still in the shop and now needs a new computer
19th: arrange to work five-hour shifts so I can visit him in the ICU daily, stuck driving to work in the old ranch truck (lacks functional passenger door, passenger window, heater, low-beam headlights, functional parking break, and functional gear indicator), my mum develops cough/cold, dad regains consciousness and appears to be doing remarkably well
20th: get call from surgeon’s office that he can’t see me on the 27th, but can reschedule to the 26th, play frantic game of phone/email tag trying to tell them I will take that
21st: find out computer for car arrived but is wrong model (for an automatic, car is manual) and will have to be exchanged
22nd: dad has significant setback and has trouble breathing, additional interventions done, has to be moved to a room with better sight lines because he’s trying to escape in his confusion
23rd: double-check that all paperwork has been completed ahead of consultation, find reference to intake paperwork to be completed via email two weeks ahead of consultation, can’t determine if this refers to the multiple medical histories I already completed (including by email) or if they forgot to send me something more, send more frantic emails
24th: mum has her lost voice due to coughing, clearly has bronchitis if not pneumonia, dad convinces her to stay home and rest and she actually complies, which means she’s truly feeling horrible, leaving me to theoretically rest (since the ranch truck can’t handle that drive and I don’t use her truck) but mostly worry more
What was that I was saying last week about existential dread?
Lewisia: 3 new pieces written (somehow)
Day job: 22.75 hours, and I’m panicking over using up so much PTO when I was trying to save it up for the surgery that now feels like it may never happen
Listening: Goodnight Dreamer by Dreamer Isioma (somehow feels like I’ve always known this album, it just hit so right, though RIP my emotional associations with it forevermore due to circumstances)
Aftermarket Parts: PANIC
Other: commute to and from hospital (2+ hours daily)
