Day from Hell
Feb. 27th, 2004 09:27 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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started early.. had to be here at 7am to run the newsletters. My volunteers were coming at 10 to fold and label and because of a delay in getting a controversial front page approved, could not print until Thursday. Meeting with my boss at 8:30.. I'm not a morning person and having to organize my thoughts in a good way rarely works that early. The meeting was a disaster... headed off at every pass, shot down for suggestions, and generally left defeated. Got a call from Lisa who had to go to Kinston to see the vet about her dogs. She said it was snowing hard and there was at least an inch on the ground already. She said I might want to consider coming home. Home? How? I still had miles to go before I slept. THe first noonday Thursday with guest soloist and preacher had to be photographed, the noonday lunch done by the ECW had to be covered and I still had not done the bulletins. Lee called on his way home. "Come home now.. it's getting bad." I couldn't. We decided he'd run by the house and drive carefully over and we'd stay in a hotel. I made sure he stopped by Granny's, made sure she had food and flashlights and all that jazz and to tell her we were not going to be there last night. He told me he stopped by her house... saw her.. told her.. he said he even checked her frige to make sure she had food. Meanwhile, I'm working like crazy, mind almost mush from everything happening, and trying to get things done. The weather here was just cold and rainy, but apparently, up the road, it was much worse. He got here around 5:30, after having driven through the stuff. He forgot my clothes for today so we headed to the mall to find something to wear. Everything in my size had been sold that was considered cold weather wear and the other looked too casual to wear to work. I opted for a sweater and the same pants I was wearing. Grabbed a bite to eat and went to the hotel. Quiet night. Got to sleep rather early. Woke up this morning well rested, and an hour late.. my commute had been cut from 50 minutes to 4 minutes.
So I come in... flit around. At 9:15, 45 minutes after arriving, I realize there are messages on my phone. The first was at 7pm Thursday and it's Jane. The second was at 9pm and it's my sister in law. Apparently, Granny fell fixing her dinner. She could not get up, she hit her panic button, and the rescue squad came. Jane saw it stop next door and went over and ended up at the hospital with Granny. No broken bones. She did bruise her shoulder. She hit her head. They sent her home with a warning of nausea from the head injury. Jane ended up spending the night.
Now, she's still sleeping. I called the house and her daytime caregiver is there. There's also the possibility she's had another stroke. The caregiver mentioned a lilting of her left side more than usual.
Last night in the hotel, I thought of calling her, but I knew Lee had gone by. I pushed the idea from my mind and didn't call. Today, I find out Lee didn't go by... he only called her on his way to New Bern. She doesn't hear well on a cell phone.. it's harder for her to understand things. And that's not the point. I did not call her last night because I knew Lee had gone by and checked on her. He told me he didn't notice anything. He checked her frige. He said everything was fine. But the ass did not go by. He merely called. Of course, he took time to stop at McDonald's on the way out of town, but he didn't have time to drive to her house (on the way out of town) and make sure... eyeball the woman.. as I asked him to do. He lied. And it wasn't like he lied about something innocuous like yes, i loaded the dishwasher, or I checked the mail, but he told me he went by her house. he told me he sat with her a minute he told me he walked into the kitchen and checked the frige. He told me this shit. He said he did it. And because I was secure with it, I did not call.
This weekend is the retreat weekend for the church. I was supposed to be there to take pictures. Calling now to cancel everything. Going home. Feeling like a cad for not trying to go home last night, not calling her to check on her, not being there.
God, I feel defeated.
started early.. had to be here at 7am to run the newsletters. My volunteers were coming at 10 to fold and label and because of a delay in getting a controversial front page approved, could not print until Thursday. Meeting with my boss at 8:30.. I'm not a morning person and having to organize my thoughts in a good way rarely works that early. The meeting was a disaster... headed off at every pass, shot down for suggestions, and generally left defeated. Got a call from Lisa who had to go to Kinston to see the vet about her dogs. She said it was snowing hard and there was at least an inch on the ground already. She said I might want to consider coming home. Home? How? I still had miles to go before I slept. THe first noonday Thursday with guest soloist and preacher had to be photographed, the noonday lunch done by the ECW had to be covered and I still had not done the bulletins. Lee called on his way home. "Come home now.. it's getting bad." I couldn't. We decided he'd run by the house and drive carefully over and we'd stay in a hotel. I made sure he stopped by Granny's, made sure she had food and flashlights and all that jazz and to tell her we were not going to be there last night. He told me he stopped by her house... saw her.. told her.. he said he even checked her frige to make sure she had food. Meanwhile, I'm working like crazy, mind almost mush from everything happening, and trying to get things done. The weather here was just cold and rainy, but apparently, up the road, it was much worse. He got here around 5:30, after having driven through the stuff. He forgot my clothes for today so we headed to the mall to find something to wear. Everything in my size had been sold that was considered cold weather wear and the other looked too casual to wear to work. I opted for a sweater and the same pants I was wearing. Grabbed a bite to eat and went to the hotel. Quiet night. Got to sleep rather early. Woke up this morning well rested, and an hour late.. my commute had been cut from 50 minutes to 4 minutes.
So I come in... flit around. At 9:15, 45 minutes after arriving, I realize there are messages on my phone. The first was at 7pm Thursday and it's Jane. The second was at 9pm and it's my sister in law. Apparently, Granny fell fixing her dinner. She could not get up, she hit her panic button, and the rescue squad came. Jane saw it stop next door and went over and ended up at the hospital with Granny. No broken bones. She did bruise her shoulder. She hit her head. They sent her home with a warning of nausea from the head injury. Jane ended up spending the night.
Now, she's still sleeping. I called the house and her daytime caregiver is there. There's also the possibility she's had another stroke. The caregiver mentioned a lilting of her left side more than usual.
Last night in the hotel, I thought of calling her, but I knew Lee had gone by. I pushed the idea from my mind and didn't call. Today, I find out Lee didn't go by... he only called her on his way to New Bern. She doesn't hear well on a cell phone.. it's harder for her to understand things. And that's not the point. I did not call her last night because I knew Lee had gone by and checked on her. He told me he didn't notice anything. He checked her frige. He said everything was fine. But the ass did not go by. He merely called. Of course, he took time to stop at McDonald's on the way out of town, but he didn't have time to drive to her house (on the way out of town) and make sure... eyeball the woman.. as I asked him to do. He lied. And it wasn't like he lied about something innocuous like yes, i loaded the dishwasher, or I checked the mail, but he told me he went by her house. he told me he sat with her a minute he told me he walked into the kitchen and checked the frige. He told me this shit. He said he did it. And because I was secure with it, I did not call.
This weekend is the retreat weekend for the church. I was supposed to be there to take pictures. Calling now to cancel everything. Going home. Feeling like a cad for not trying to go home last night, not calling her to check on her, not being there.
God, I feel defeated.
