My Mom is in the hospital...again. Just over a month after being in the hospital with a bad UTI...she is in there with yet another one. Argh!! I wish the doctors would figure out why she has such troubles with these infections. Or that they would be able to get rid of the one that she apparently has all the time. A healthy person just doesn't walk around with a low grade infection all the time do they?? So I'm holding down the homestead again. Someone has to babysit the dogs and cats.
I've reapplied for a reporters position at the newspaper. It makes sense, i mean, I am a writer...I ought to have a job where I'm writing. Instead of having to deal with Chris's juvenile mind games and wondering if the supervisor has his mind on our jobs or his own interests. It's getting so that the only people I like there are...well, Kirk, my favorite pressman....ok, Jerry too, on his good days. Tina's ok, though her tendancy to shut my plateroom door annoys me a little...I like the door open, even if the press is going because apparently I'm claustrophobic.
I did something stupid the other day. I deleted almost all my posts on my MySpace blog. I'm not sure why, but I know I was feeling really down, wondering whether anyone reads what I write and do I really matter and blah blah blah...Apparently my only reader who felt this action was worth commenting on was my friend Paige. I guess she reads them even if she doesn't comment. I wish she'd comment more often. I wish anybody would comment more often. Even here...even if it's just to tell me that I'm an idiot. Oh well. What's done is done.
Just had a call from Mom...she's on her second back of hydrating fluid. She also hasn't been able to sleep. But she has a great nurse on duty, so I know she's in good hands. This nurse is in the right profession, because she was even instructing me on my own health during the family histury part.
Off to find something to munch. :)
I've reapplied for a reporters position at the newspaper. It makes sense, i mean, I am a writer...I ought to have a job where I'm writing. Instead of having to deal with Chris's juvenile mind games and wondering if the supervisor has his mind on our jobs or his own interests. It's getting so that the only people I like there are...well, Kirk, my favorite pressman....ok, Jerry too, on his good days. Tina's ok, though her tendancy to shut my plateroom door annoys me a little...I like the door open, even if the press is going because apparently I'm claustrophobic.
I did something stupid the other day. I deleted almost all my posts on my MySpace blog. I'm not sure why, but I know I was feeling really down, wondering whether anyone reads what I write and do I really matter and blah blah blah...Apparently my only reader who felt this action was worth commenting on was my friend Paige. I guess she reads them even if she doesn't comment. I wish she'd comment more often. I wish anybody would comment more often. Even here...even if it's just to tell me that I'm an idiot. Oh well. What's done is done.
Just had a call from Mom...she's on her second back of hydrating fluid. She also hasn't been able to sleep. But she has a great nurse on duty, so I know she's in good hands. This nurse is in the right profession, because she was even instructing me on my own health during the family histury part.
Off to find something to munch. :)
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Sorry you deleted all those comments. It is something you can't reverse, but you'll build them up again.