So,Monday, just after I emailed my Todd about needing new glasses because, and I quote, "these are falling apart" the gods heard, chuckled to themselves, and promptly made them fall apart.
On that day, The Stupid was stalking me through the cube and would from time to time leap out from its dark, dank corner and whack me in the head and make me wonder again how my coworkers dress themselves in the morning.
Tuesday, as we made plans to get new glasses, my brother calls me at work. My brother never calls me at work. My brother has only called me at work one other time, and it was to deliver bad news. This day wasn't that different. My sister-in-law's father was put into ICU with oxygen and blood pressure levels so low the doctors were fearing brain damage and pneumonia so bad one lung was causing pain in his neck which made them think meningitis. "We need to get there," he said, "but we don't get paid until Tuesday and we need money." My brother has never asked me for money. This was bad. Without hesitation, my response was, "How much do you need?" Glasses are cool, but mine are glued together and my brother needs the money more.
I went to the bank and pulled out twice the money he asked for because we just did not know what to expect. When he arrived later, he said her father had gone septic. Not good. I gave him the money and went to the car to check on my sister-in-law. She grabbed me so tight and held on and just sobbed. She knew she was going to lose her dad. She was scared and sobbing, and my god I wanted to take it all away. Meanwhile, Todd, on his on volition, was giving my brother a check matching what I had already given him. "Just in case you need it," he said. I love that man. We saw them away with demands of, "Call me when you get there because the weather is going to be abso-freaking-lutely horrible." A few minutes later, my worried mother called while I was trying to stir fry dinner. Even more worry ensued.
But!
Out of the bad, comes the good.
I have been approved for financial aid for school. This had been the catalyst for a few financial decisions. This is good because it meant that I was poised to give my brother more if he needed it. I'm there for my baby bro.
I waited up until nearly wee hours for my brother to call. I eventually called him because I just needed to go to bed, and I wanted him to know that he could call anyway...as always. I got his voicemail. He called back a few minutes later. The driving was horrible, he said. Tornado weather all the way. They maybe drove 35 miles an hour. But, they were there; they were safe; and her father...was coherent and talking.
That was unbelievably fantastic news. The rate he was going when they left, many of us were planning a funeral. He made an amazing turnaround in several hours. We're good with this. Very good with it.
Called Mom afterwards, and related the news until the actual wee hours, and all was well.
Went to bed.
Dreamt something.
Hugged my Todd.
I got up and went to work and hated every exhausted minute of it. My brother called later this afternoon to say that her father was doing so well they were talking about moving him to a regular room.
And, all was relieved in the world.
Today, I bought a lot of wine and ate chocolate. I figured it was allowed.
Now...I'm going to bed.
'Night all. See you tomorrow.
On that day, The Stupid was stalking me through the cube and would from time to time leap out from its dark, dank corner and whack me in the head and make me wonder again how my coworkers dress themselves in the morning.
Tuesday, as we made plans to get new glasses, my brother calls me at work. My brother never calls me at work. My brother has only called me at work one other time, and it was to deliver bad news. This day wasn't that different. My sister-in-law's father was put into ICU with oxygen and blood pressure levels so low the doctors were fearing brain damage and pneumonia so bad one lung was causing pain in his neck which made them think meningitis. "We need to get there," he said, "but we don't get paid until Tuesday and we need money." My brother has never asked me for money. This was bad. Without hesitation, my response was, "How much do you need?" Glasses are cool, but mine are glued together and my brother needs the money more.
I went to the bank and pulled out twice the money he asked for because we just did not know what to expect. When he arrived later, he said her father had gone septic. Not good. I gave him the money and went to the car to check on my sister-in-law. She grabbed me so tight and held on and just sobbed. She knew she was going to lose her dad. She was scared and sobbing, and my god I wanted to take it all away. Meanwhile, Todd, on his on volition, was giving my brother a check matching what I had already given him. "Just in case you need it," he said. I love that man. We saw them away with demands of, "Call me when you get there because the weather is going to be abso-freaking-lutely horrible." A few minutes later, my worried mother called while I was trying to stir fry dinner. Even more worry ensued.
But!
Out of the bad, comes the good.
I have been approved for financial aid for school. This had been the catalyst for a few financial decisions. This is good because it meant that I was poised to give my brother more if he needed it. I'm there for my baby bro.
I waited up until nearly wee hours for my brother to call. I eventually called him because I just needed to go to bed, and I wanted him to know that he could call anyway...as always. I got his voicemail. He called back a few minutes later. The driving was horrible, he said. Tornado weather all the way. They maybe drove 35 miles an hour. But, they were there; they were safe; and her father...was coherent and talking.
That was unbelievably fantastic news. The rate he was going when they left, many of us were planning a funeral. He made an amazing turnaround in several hours. We're good with this. Very good with it.
Called Mom afterwards, and related the news until the actual wee hours, and all was well.
Went to bed.
Dreamt something.
Hugged my Todd.
I got up and went to work and hated every exhausted minute of it. My brother called later this afternoon to say that her father was doing so well they were talking about moving him to a regular room.
And, all was relieved in the world.
Today, I bought a lot of wine and ate chocolate. I figured it was allowed.
Now...I'm going to bed.
'Night all. See you tomorrow.
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