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Had a pretty nice Mother's Day, and Mom says she did too. She woke up with a migraine, and Dad and I both woke up with a headache. Weird. But anyway, skipped church, slept in, and had a casual lunch. Then Mom and I headed to town. We stopped by the library, where I picked up a couple of books about Linux, and then headed to our nearest state park, Prophetstown.

We've always been a bit disappointed by the park, mostly because there's not much in the way of hiking. It's a prairie habitat park, with some river flood plain. Not a lot of trees, and very flat. But they did a very nice job making it a family-friendly park, with miles of paved bike trails and several nice playgrounds and picnic shelters. It's just not a great place for gung-ho hikers the way we are.

Today, though, we were pleasantly surprised by some changes to the park. They've expanded a trail into some woodlands, so we were able to see some new parts of the park. The new trail goes down along a small stream and boggy area. At the furthest developed part of the park, there's a nice viewing platform over the slough. Between that and our hiking in the prairie area, we were able to add some lifelist birds today.

We did a day-trip up to the Indiana Dunes National Lakeshore Friday (and one last Friday as well--they're taking off scheduled snow days at her work) and this past Friday I saw a Common Yellowthroat, but Mom didn't. Today, she got a very good look at one, so she was able to add that.

We also saw a Great Crested Flycatcher, which I have been wanting to see for a while now. Gorgeous yellow belly and cinnamon-colored wings and tail, with a gray crest. He gave us a very good look and did some hawking for bugs while we watched him. We also saw a couple Brown Thrashers and a Gray Catbird, both of which we have at home, but love to see anyway. There were Eastern Bluebirds flying around. We've had a couple of those at home too, but we never seem to get them to stick around. This weekend we put up a second bluebird box (the wren moved into the first one we have) and are hoping the pair will nest here this year.

Other birds we saw were American Redstart (both male and female), and a pair of Dickcissels. They are striking birds. At first we thought they were a type of sparrow with yellow on the head, but then they turned and we saw they were bright yellow underneath with a black bib. Gorgeous little things, and I got some very good shots with the long lens, I think. We also saw an Eastern Meadowlark, Indigo Buntings, Mallards, a Great Blue Heron, and a bird we're tentatively calling a sandpiper. We're wavering between Solitary Sandpiper and Spotted Sandpiper, but until I get the pictures downloaded to the computer and we can compare them, we won't know for sure.

Then our last bird, after we left the park and were driving back towards town, was a gorgeous adult Bald Eagle that flew right over our car. That was exciting! We know they're growing in number and even had one in our own back yard once this winter, but it's never any less exciting to see one. It's good to have such proof they're coming back so strong from the DDT crisis back in the 70s and 80s.

Over the past two weeks, I've added probably a dozen birds to my life list, including five migratory warblers. I honestly think our trip to Trinidad & Tobago taught us to be better birders. We're more willing to take the time to really get an identification. I'm doing a better job at learning to bird by ear (though for whatever reason the Northern Cardinal fools me a LOT). My Audubon iPhone app has really helped, too. I still use my books to flip through for a tentative identification, but what really nails it for me is being able to listen to the bird calls on the app and compare them to what we're hearing. Seeing witchety-witchety-witchety in the bird book is one thing. Knowing for sure you're hearing it is another (the Common Yellowthroat, for instance, says witchety, but I think the American Redstart's teacher-teacher-teacher also sort of sounds like it.)

Anyway, we finished up with ice cream from Coldstone Creamery, and then came home to watch the Baskerville episode of Sherlock on PBS. A pretty good day, for sure!

Ah Family

Apr. 29th, 2009 02:08 pm
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I guess they're transferring Gedna to a transitional place that specializes in geriatric issues and behavioral problems. I thought an Alzheimer's unit would be properly equipped to deal with behavioral problems, since that goes along with Alzheimer's a lot of times.

Dad is all depressed again. This day just keeps getting better.

Ah Family

Apr. 29th, 2009 02:08 pm
innerslytherin: (elements - waterfae)
I guess they're transferring Gedna to a transitional place that
specializes in geriatric issues and behavioral problems. I thought an
Alzheimer's unit would be properly equipped to deal with behavioral
problems, since that goes along with Alzheimer's a lot of times.

Dad is all depressed again. This day just keeps getting better.

Bleh

Mar. 6th, 2009 10:59 pm
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I am feeling rather bleh tonight, in spite of how excited I was for it to be the weekend.

Spent much of last night driving Mom to urgent care because she was having weird vision things. Last week she started noticing lots more floaters in her left eye than she's ever seen. Then yesterday she had a black spot in her vision in that eye, and started getting flashes of light in her peripheral vision. Since she is on meds for hypertension, I thought it prudent for her to see a doctor. Fortunately the doctor was very kind and assured her she wasn't having a stroke. He said he thought it was a migraine, but said she needed to see the opthalmalogist asap. So today she went to our eye doctor, who is an opthalmalogist (that's a damn hard word to type, yo) and found out she has posterior vitreous detachment. Which isn't uncommon in people over 50, and isn't serious, but she's not allowed to take up boxing. She's heart-broken, haha. It can lead to retinal tears or retinal detachment, though, so she has to keep an eye (haha) on her vision and make sure nothing changes drastically, and she goes back to the eye doctor in two months.

While I was in there with her (the nurse apparently decided she was too nervous, and Mom does hate doctor visits) I stepped on the scale and discovered I've dropped 3 pounds since last weighing myself. This is good news both for the Special K diet and for my swimsuit. I really want to wear the bikini I bought three years ago when [livejournal.com profile] astraea36 and [livejournal.com profile] cindale and [livejournal.com profile] mike_smith, et al, originally planned this trip. (Yes, this April's trip to Vegas is me finally getting there after NOT making it to the HP convention. *sigh*) Anyway. Considering I'd gained like 20 pounds in two years (WTF BODY!? Turning thirty apparently IS a bitch.) I was afraid that might not happen. But as I've dropped 3 pounds in about two weeks, it's possible I'll be okay in the bikini, even if I'm not phenomenal. (Face it, self, you are too damn Irish-girl-pale to be phenomenal.)

Um, y'all probably didn't care about that, huh?

That's really about all the fun info I have to share. My wifey is blue tonight, so go cheer her up. I am thinking about going to bed with Joe Mantegna. Er, his voice, I mean. Reading an audiobook to me. >.> Really.

Bleh

Mar. 6th, 2009 10:59 pm
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I am feeling rather bleh tonight, in spite of how excited I was for it to be the weekend.

Spent much of last night driving Mom to urgent care because she was having weird vision things. Last week she started noticing lots more floaters in her left eye than she's ever seen. Then yesterday she had a black spot in her vision in that eye, and started getting flashes of light in her peripheral vision. Since she is on meds for hypertension, I thought it prudent for her to see a doctor. Fortunately the doctor was very kind and assured her she wasn't having a stroke. He said he thought it was a migraine, but said she needed to see the opthalmalogist asap. So today she went to our eye doctor, who is an opthalmalogist (that's a damn hard word to type, yo) and found out she has posterior vitreous detachment. Which isn't uncommon in people over 50, and isn't serious, but she's not allowed to take up boxing. She's heart-broken, haha. It can lead to retinal tears or retinal detachment, though, so she has to keep an eye (haha) on her vision and make sure nothing changes drastically, and she goes back to the eye doctor in two months.

While I was in there with her (the nurse apparently decided she was too nervous, and Mom does hate doctor visits) I stepped on the scale and discovered I've dropped 3 pounds since last weighing myself. This is good news both for the Special K diet and for my swimsuit. I really want to wear the bikini I bought three years ago when [livejournal.com profile] astraea36 and [livejournal.com profile] cindale and [livejournal.com profile] mike_smith, et al, originally planned this trip. (Yes, this April's trip to Vegas is me finally getting there after NOT making it to the HP convention. *sigh*) Anyway. Considering I'd gained like 20 pounds in two years (WTF BODY!? Turning thirty apparently IS a bitch.) I was afraid that might not happen. But as I've dropped 3 pounds in about two weeks, it's possible I'll be okay in the bikini, even if I'm not phenomenal. (Face it, self, you are too damn Irish-girl-pale to be phenomenal.)

Um, y'all probably didn't care about that, huh?

That's really about all the fun info I have to share. My wifey is blue tonight, so go cheer her up. I am thinking about going to bed with Joe Mantegna. Er, his voice, I mean. Reading an audiobook to me. >.> Really.

Gedna

Jan. 26th, 2009 02:45 pm
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Realized today I haven't posted about Gedna for a while. For you recent flisters, Gedna is my Grandma Edna, and she's been suffering from dementia for some years now; last February we moved her into assisted living. She's still in the assisted living facility, and we're honestly surprised they haven't recommended she be moved to the full-time nursing home side yet.

Dad and Uncle took her presents at Christmas, all warm clothes, because she's always cold--she keeps her thermostat at 80 and is still wearing a sweatshirt and a sweater all the time. She apparently didn't understand why they were giving her presents, or that she got to keep them. Didn't grasp the concept of Christmas at all. Last Christmas she was still living on her own, of course, and she gave us all $100 each. Dad is in charge of her finances and apparently asked Uncle if he should give $50 a piece to the three grandkids, but Uncle said not to. *shrug*

A couple of weeks ago they told us she's going deaf, but we're not sure if there's any point in getting her hearing tested. We're not sure if she's cognizant enough to really take the hearing test, anyway. Mom pointed out that they give the three-year-olds hearing tests at the preschool at our old church...but Dad said he wasn't sure Gedna had the capacity to understand.

Apparently this weekend she began 'expressing herself violently', which is to say she was at dinner and said, 'I've always hated that kid. I oughta kill him.' Or something to that effect. Apparently it upset some of her table partners, who are some of them quite mentally bright seniors who just are physically frail.

The hardest part about this whole thing isn't watching her decline myself. Frankly I have never felt any emotional attachment to her, partly because she moved away when I was so young, and partly because she was always manipulative and bossy, and partly, quite honestly, because my mother never liked her. I still think it's sad to see someone lose their mental faculties so completely, and it's terrifying knowing that there's a very good chance I'll lose my father to Alzheimer's when he's old. The worst part is watching my dad have to deal with all this. Particularly since we're dealing, at the same time, with Uncle's divorce from the horrible bitch, as well as the Uncle being out of a job. I adore my father, and he's prone to depression in the best of times, let alone when he's taking care of his father and worried about his little brother.

Gedna

Jan. 26th, 2009 02:45 pm
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Realized today I haven't posted about Gedna for a while. For you recent flisters, Gedna is my Grandma Edna, and she's been suffering from dementia for some years now; last February we moved her into assisted living. She's still in the assisted living facility, and we're honestly surprised they haven't recommended she be moved to the full-time nursing home side yet.

Dad and Uncle took her presents at Christmas, all warm clothes, because she's always cold--she keeps her thermostat at 80 and is still wearing a sweatshirt and a sweater all the time. She apparently didn't understand why they were giving her presents, or that she got to keep them. Didn't grasp the concept of Christmas at all. Last Christmas she was still living on her own, of course, and she gave us all $100 each. Dad is in charge of her finances and apparently asked Uncle if he should give $50 a piece to the three grandkids, but Uncle said not to. *shrug*

A couple of weeks ago they told us she's going deaf, but we're not sure if there's any point in getting her hearing tested. We're not sure if she's cognizant enough to really take the hearing test, anyway. Mom pointed out that they give the three-year-olds hearing tests at the preschool at our old church...but Dad said he wasn't sure Gedna had the capacity to understand.

Apparently this weekend she began 'expressing herself violently', which is to say she was at dinner and said, 'I've always hated that kid. I oughta kill him.' Or something to that effect. Apparently it upset some of her table partners, who are some of them quite mentally bright seniors who just are physically frail.

The hardest part about this whole thing isn't watching her decline myself. Frankly I have never felt any emotional attachment to her, partly because she moved away when I was so young, and partly because she was always manipulative and bossy, and partly, quite honestly, because my mother never liked her. I still think it's sad to see someone lose their mental faculties so completely, and it's terrifying knowing that there's a very good chance I'll lose my father to Alzheimer's when he's old. The worst part is watching my dad have to deal with all this. Particularly since we're dealing, at the same time, with Uncle's divorce from the horrible bitch, as well as the Uncle being out of a job. I adore my father, and he's prone to depression in the best of times, let alone when he's taking care of his father and worried about his little brother.

Victory

Jan. 2nd, 2009 11:43 am
innerslytherin: (wow - too many orcs)
Dad has admitted that he probably needs to get his hand looked at. I imagine that's more because, despite my expert Girl Scouts/candy striper first aid job, the edges of the cut are turning red and sore, than it is because I am nagging him about tetanus and the possibility of suffocating to death after becoming paralyzed and dehydrated.

As far as I'm concerned, whatever works. Now if only I could convince him it shouldn't wait another four hours, so we could take the afternoon off. My head is splitting.

I am debating whether or not to get Wrath of the Lich King. I got a Best Buy gift card for Christmas that will partially pay for it. Of course, I don't have any characters to level 55 yet, so I wouldn't be able to make a Death Knight yet, and I wouldn't be high enough level to play in Northrend. But I can't help wanting it anyway. Plus I think I'll make 50 with my Dwarven hunter before the weekend is over, so in a few weeks I might be able to create a Death Knight.

Victory

Jan. 2nd, 2009 11:43 am
innerslytherin: (wow - too many orcs)
Dad has admitted that he probably needs to get his hand looked at. I imagine that's more because, despite my expert Girl Scouts/candy striper first aid job, the edges of the cut are turning red and sore, than it is because I am nagging him about tetanus and the possibility of suffocating to death after becoming paralyzed and dehydrated.

As far as I'm concerned, whatever works. Now if only I could convince him it shouldn't wait another four hours, so we could take the afternoon off. My head is splitting.

I am debating whether or not to get Wrath of the Lich King. I got a Best Buy gift card for Christmas that will partially pay for it. Of course, I don't have any characters to level 55 yet, so I wouldn't be able to make a Death Knight yet, and I wouldn't be high enough level to play in Northrend. But I can't help wanting it anyway. Plus I think I'll make 50 with my Dwarven hunter before the weekend is over, so in a few weeks I might be able to create a Death Knight.
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Dad and I have been working for the past week on getting the TV aerial up. We've been operating on rabbit ears for sixteen years, but it had become obvious that with the switch to digital, we were going to lose a few channels--and we didn't have that many to lose. Yesterday we finally got everything connected and got the mast up, and then Dad was working in the crawlspace to get the coax cable into the house, the signal split, etc.

This involved drilling holes in the floor to get the cable up into the rooms with TVs. I was actually in the other room at the time, with Mom, and we heard him yell. Despite having a migraine, Mom beat me into the bedroom, and when I got there I found him sprawled on the bed, clutching bloody tissues to his hand.

He'd stabbed himself with a 3/4 drill bit. And this is not your typical drill bit, it's the kind with a triangular point that is incredibly sharp. Judging from the nearly half-inch length of the cut, I think it has to be a good quarter-inch deep, if not more. And my dad can't remember if he's ever had a tetanus shot, let alone in the past ten years.

When I was a kid, I read a book that was set on an Indian Reservation. I can't remember all the particulars, but the part that sticks with me vividly is the part where the younger sister steps on a nail or something and ends up with tetanus. I've had a somewhat pathological fear of the disease ever since, and the thought that 10-20% of all tetanus cases are fatal, and that death is by suffocation... *shudders*

So Dad and I have been arguing since last night about the clinic. Mom didn't make him go last night, since the nearest urgent care in-network is like 30 miles away. But he keeps saying he doesn't need a shot, and I keep telling him that we split the driving responsibilities, and he can't control where I drive to this afternoon. I suppose we'll see, after work, if he's willing to drive home to avoid going to the clinic. If he beats me to the car and is in the driver's seat, I probably won't get him to go. But if I'm driving, we're going to the clinic and his choices will be to sit in the car and pout at me, drag me physically out of the driver's seat and into the passenger's seat, or get the damn shot.

The good news in all this is that when Supernatural starts up again, I'll be able to watch it in real time, because we now get the CW.
innerslytherin: (Default)
Dad and I have been working for the past week on getting the TV aerial up. We've been operating on rabbit ears for sixteen years, but it had become obvious that with the switch to digital, we were going to lose a few channels--and we didn't have that many to lose. Yesterday we finally got everything connected and got the mast up, and then Dad was working in the crawlspace to get the coax cable into the house, the signal split, etc.

This involved drilling holes in the floor to get the cable up into the rooms with TVs. I was actually in the other room at the time, with Mom, and we heard him yell. Despite having a migraine, Mom beat me into the bedroom, and when I got there I found him sprawled on the bed, clutching bloody tissues to his hand.

He'd stabbed himself with a 3/4 drill bit. And this is not your typical drill bit, it's the kind with a triangular point that is incredibly sharp. Judging from the nearly half-inch length of the cut, I think it has to be a good quarter-inch deep, if not more. And my dad can't remember if he's ever had a tetanus shot, let alone in the past ten years.

When I was a kid, I read a book that was set on an Indian Reservation. I can't remember all the particulars, but the part that sticks with me vividly is the part where the younger sister steps on a nail or something and ends up with tetanus. I've had a somewhat pathological fear of the disease ever since, and the thought that 10-20% of all tetanus cases are fatal, and that death is by suffocation... *shudders*

So Dad and I have been arguing since last night about the clinic. Mom didn't make him go last night, since the nearest urgent care in-network is like 30 miles away. But he keeps saying he doesn't need a shot, and I keep telling him that we split the driving responsibilities, and he can't control where I drive to this afternoon. I suppose we'll see, after work, if he's willing to drive home to avoid going to the clinic. If he beats me to the car and is in the driver's seat, I probably won't get him to go. But if I'm driving, we're going to the clinic and his choices will be to sit in the car and pout at me, drag me physically out of the driver's seat and into the passenger's seat, or get the damn shot.

The good news in all this is that when Supernatural starts up again, I'll be able to watch it in real time, because we now get the CW.

Family

Jan. 19th, 2008 02:58 pm
innerslytherin: (slytherin)
Things with Gedna have been getting worse. After seeing the neurologist a couple of weeks ago, she was scheduled for more extensive testing. Dad and Uncle went up to see her last Saturday, to break the news about having to find a new place to live, and having to stop driving and such. One day this week she drove to the Legion and the grocery store, sending her sisters into a panic when they couldn't find her. Friday Dad took her to lunch and was about to take her to the testing when she got sick, so they had to reschedule. Today we're under wind chill advisories with the temperature around 14 but the wind pushing it lower. Dad told Gedna to stay home, stay inside and keep warm... and her sister-in-law found her down at the IGA, her car filled with things like blankets, food, and stuff.

So Dad and I are going up to take the car keys away.

Family

Jan. 19th, 2008 02:58 pm
innerslytherin: (slytherin)
Things with Gedna have been getting worse. After seeing the neurologist a couple of weeks ago, she was scheduled for more extensive testing. Dad and Uncle went up to see her last Saturday, to break the news about having to find a new place to live, and having to stop driving and such. One day this week she drove to the Legion and the grocery store, sending her sisters into a panic when they couldn't find her. Friday Dad took her to lunch and was about to take her to the testing when she got sick, so they had to reschedule. Today we're under wind chill advisories with the temperature around 14 but the wind pushing it lower. Dad told Gedna to stay home, stay inside and keep warm... and her sister-in-law found her down at the IGA, her car filled with things like blankets, food, and stuff.

So Dad and I are going up to take the car keys away.

Gedna

Dec. 19th, 2007 08:22 am
innerslytherin: (1remus/severus - winter night)
Dad took Gedna to see a new neurologist yesterday. It didn't go well.
She was angry with Dad for tricking her into seeing a new doctor, and
rather fractious the whole time. A sample of the sort of conversation
the doctor had with Gedna goes like this:

DR: What's the date today?
G: The 18th.
DR: What month?
G: February.
DR: Do we have any holidays coming up?
G: Christmas.
DR: So what month is this?
G: ....?

The upshot is that Gedna has been diagnosed by a new doctor with severe
Alzheimer's. The doctor told Dad--but not Gedna--that she
shouldn't be driving or living on her own. Not a surprise, but Dad and
his brother D are actually going to have to do something about it now.

___

Gedna

Dec. 19th, 2007 08:22 am
innerslytherin: (1remus/severus - winter night)
Dad took Gedna to see a new neurologist yesterday. It didn't go well.
She was angry with Dad for tricking her into seeing a new doctor, and
rather fractious the whole time. A sample of the sort of conversation
the doctor had with Gedna goes like this:

DR: What's the date today?
G: The 18th.
DR: What month?
G: February.
DR: Do we have any holidays coming up?
G: Christmas.
DR: So what month is this?
G: ....?

The upshot is that Gedna has been diagnosed by a new doctor with severe
Alzheimer's. The doctor told Dad--but not Gedna--that she
shouldn't be driving or living on her own. Not a surprise, but Dad and
his brother D are actually going to have to do something about it now.

___

Bleh

Oct. 11th, 2007 10:01 am
innerslytherin: (cup and rain)
I think that acknowledging this has made it worse. My heart's been acting up all morning, and it is icky. I have made an appointment with my doctor for Monday morning, and have found out that Mom is on Thyroxine, which is for hypothyroidism, which can be related to this, so I have something to tell my doctor when I see her.

Now if I can just find out about assistance in paying for it, I'll be golden. I just can't ask my parents for any more money. They've given me so much money since I lost my job last year, and even though I'm currently paying every bill but one, that one bill is the $500 debt-consolidation loan payment. So they've probably given me over $10,000 in the past 18 months.

I hate this. I absolutely hate this. I have been working since I was 16 years old, and I babysat for years before that (yes, despite my loathing for children). From the time I turned 16 until I turned 18 I had summer jobs, because Mom & Dad didn't want me working during the school year. When I went to college, I got a part-time job and had a part-time job with more hours in the summer for every semester of college except the one where my car had been totalled right after I quit a job because he wanted me to change my class schedule to fit his work needs.

After graduating from Purdue in May of 1998 I worked 30 hours a week until January of 1999, when I got my first full-time job. From that point until April of 2006 I worked full-time constantly, except for about a month and a half between the Linden job ending and the Frankfort job starting.

Now, that said, I confess that I don't like working full-time. I frequently joke that I was meant to be an heiress, and I definitely enjoyed the time I spent drawing unemployment and just working around the house. But the thing is, I have always paid my own way. I don't like taking money from my parents. I don't like having to approach my dad for money to cover things. I mean, the man dropped almost $600 on tires for me this summer and about $250 for brakes, as well as covering all my regular expenses.

To be honest, I didn't like turning 30 while unemployed, but I'm not liking my 31st birthday much better right now.

The good news is that there's a full-time job opening here where I've been temping, and it's a pretty high-ranked job, but D--- (who supervises both me and the open position) has told N---- that she would consider me an inside applicant for the job. It's crappy hours for most people, because it's weekend night-shift. For me, who voluntarily stayed up until 6 am and slept until 1 pm or so, during the unemployment months, the hours would be ideal. (Of course, I still haven't managed to catch her when she's not busy to talk to her myself.) Those hours are what may give me a fighting chance at the job. Very few people are actually going to want to jump into that job. So I'm keeping my fingers crossed for that.

Regarding my birthday, Mom's been telling me I have to decide what we're doing. Well, in the meantime she's apparently been prodding at Dad about a plan that she has. So I told her what idea I came up with, and she said she couldn't tell me what she has in mind. So I said she gets to pick. Which means I have absolutely no idea what we're doing tomorrow or this weekend.

I did get a birthday card from Gedna, with $20 in it. She wrote my first and last name, and then "I love you" but didn't sign it. So I thought that was pretty good. But then I found out that she called Dad this weekend to find out if she'd missed his birthday. I would have thought he'd told her no, she sent him a card back in August when it was. But this week he got a card from her in the mail that said, "I hope your birthday left. Love you. Mom." And had another $20 in it. So he netted $40 out of her Alzheimer's this year. (Then again I suppose that makes up for last year when he didn't get a card or a happy birthday at all, when he took her out for lunch on his birthday.)

*sigh* Life sucks a lot of the time doesn't it?

Bleh

Oct. 11th, 2007 10:01 am
innerslytherin: (cup and rain)
I think that acknowledging this has made it worse. My heart's been acting up all morning, and it is icky. I have made an appointment with my doctor for Monday morning, and have found out that Mom is on Thyroxine, which is for hypothyroidism, which can be related to this, so I have something to tell my doctor when I see her.

Now if I can just find out about assistance in paying for it, I'll be golden. I just can't ask my parents for any more money. They've given me so much money since I lost my job last year, and even though I'm currently paying every bill but one, that one bill is the $500 debt-consolidation loan payment. So they've probably given me over $10,000 in the past 18 months.

I hate this. I absolutely hate this. I have been working since I was 16 years old, and I babysat for years before that (yes, despite my loathing for children). From the time I turned 16 until I turned 18 I had summer jobs, because Mom & Dad didn't want me working during the school year. When I went to college, I got a part-time job and had a part-time job with more hours in the summer for every semester of college except the one where my car had been totalled right after I quit a job because he wanted me to change my class schedule to fit his work needs.

After graduating from Purdue in May of 1998 I worked 30 hours a week until January of 1999, when I got my first full-time job. From that point until April of 2006 I worked full-time constantly, except for about a month and a half between the Linden job ending and the Frankfort job starting.

Now, that said, I confess that I don't like working full-time. I frequently joke that I was meant to be an heiress, and I definitely enjoyed the time I spent drawing unemployment and just working around the house. But the thing is, I have always paid my own way. I don't like taking money from my parents. I don't like having to approach my dad for money to cover things. I mean, the man dropped almost $600 on tires for me this summer and about $250 for brakes, as well as covering all my regular expenses.

To be honest, I didn't like turning 30 while unemployed, but I'm not liking my 31st birthday much better right now.

The good news is that there's a full-time job opening here where I've been temping, and it's a pretty high-ranked job, but D--- (who supervises both me and the open position) has told N---- that she would consider me an inside applicant for the job. It's crappy hours for most people, because it's weekend night-shift. For me, who voluntarily stayed up until 6 am and slept until 1 pm or so, during the unemployment months, the hours would be ideal. (Of course, I still haven't managed to catch her when she's not busy to talk to her myself.) Those hours are what may give me a fighting chance at the job. Very few people are actually going to want to jump into that job. So I'm keeping my fingers crossed for that.

Regarding my birthday, Mom's been telling me I have to decide what we're doing. Well, in the meantime she's apparently been prodding at Dad about a plan that she has. So I told her what idea I came up with, and she said she couldn't tell me what she has in mind. So I said she gets to pick. Which means I have absolutely no idea what we're doing tomorrow or this weekend.

I did get a birthday card from Gedna, with $20 in it. She wrote my first and last name, and then "I love you" but didn't sign it. So I thought that was pretty good. But then I found out that she called Dad this weekend to find out if she'd missed his birthday. I would have thought he'd told her no, she sent him a card back in August when it was. But this week he got a card from her in the mail that said, "I hope your birthday left. Love you. Mom." And had another $20 in it. So he netted $40 out of her Alzheimer's this year. (Then again I suppose that makes up for last year when he didn't get a card or a happy birthday at all, when he took her out for lunch on his birthday.)

*sigh* Life sucks a lot of the time doesn't it?
innerslytherin: (bloodquill)
So I have some job testing Thursday morning, and an interview Tuesday morning.  Yay!  I also found out that Purdue doesn't do clerical testing anymore, so that's not what's keeping them from hiring me.  I apparently just suck. *G*  I got not one but TWO letters today thanking me for applying for jobs and informing me other candidates were selected.  I think I prefer the letters to the personal phone call I got from the church, though I also just wasn't in the mood to cry over them today because SIA is looking good.  The whole time I was in filling out my application they were calling people for hire.  They really aren't getting enough applicants there.

On the bad side of things, apparently either when my grandmother had pneumoniain 2003 or when she broke her hip a couple of years ago, she was diagnosed with Alzheimer's and no one told Dad or his brother.  They were told it was just dementia, sans Alzheimer's.  Dad just found out yesterday that Alzheimer's is in her medical charts.  Of course the good part of that is that her health insurance WILL cover moving her into an assisted living place, now, where with dementia there was the chance that it wouldn't.

For more on Gedna, the Christmas post, my birthday post,
innerslytherin: (bloodquill)
So I have some job testing Thursday morning, and an interview Tuesday morning.  Yay!  I also found out that Purdue doesn't do clerical testing anymore, so that's not what's keeping them from hiring me.  I apparently just suck. *G*  I got not one but TWO letters today thanking me for applying for jobs and informing me other candidates were selected.  I think I prefer the letters to the personal phone call I got from the church, though I also just wasn't in the mood to cry over them today because SIA is looking good.  The whole time I was in filling out my application they were calling people for hire.  They really aren't getting enough applicants there.

On the bad side of things, apparently either when my grandmother had pneumoniain 2003 or when she broke her hip a couple of years ago, she was diagnosed with Alzheimer's and no one told Dad or his brother.  They were told it was just dementia, sans Alzheimer's.  Dad just found out yesterday that Alzheimer's is in her medical charts.  Of course the good part of that is that her health insurance WILL cover moving her into an assisted living place, now, where with dementia there was the chance that it wouldn't.

For more on Gedna, the Christmas post, my birthday post,

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