EDIT: Wow...this was very poorly written—my apologies. I blame it on my spacy cold-medicine head completely...I was to report to the job at 8...and suddenly looked at the clock and it was 7:30. Responsible-Laura took over and totally bummed out the artist.
So, I start my job today...exciting! As Brenda left for the day, she said, "Have a good day at work!"
To which I replied, and forgive my zany originality here, "You, too!" We stared at each other and blinked slowly for about ten seconds. Laura. Employed. New. Concept. Nodding reassuringly to ourselves that this was indeed the proper exchange in such a situation, we parted ways.
I have a cold. I'm a decent sick person...I don't get whiny, leastwise not overmuch. Anyway, with my mother, I haven't allowed myself to see her. I can't get her sick. So I haven't really seen her since Thursday. It's very depressing.
Dad called me this morning to wish me a nice first day...and to let me know that he would be taking Mom into the hospital again today...she can't keep anything down. It was the same story all weekend. They figured it was the morphine, so they changed pain medications...to no end. Now, logically, they believe that it isn't the pain medication at all...which is slightly more than scary...but I can't afford myself the time to think about it. Ebb. Flow. Ebb. Flow.
But, my brain tends to live outside of its means.
