Part of me feels like demanding a do-over for today. Part of me shudders at the prospect of reliving a single second.
Daughter was the designated Christmas-tree-putter-upper and decorator at her house. Big tree, unstable base – which collapsed the whole 8+-foot mess on top of her. Her hands got cut up trying to catch the thing and her back got messed up to the point she couldn’t walk, much less drive – all of which meant once again it was Grandma’s taxi service to pick the granddaughter up, a 100-mile round trip for me.
G and I arrived to pick up the granddaughter, only to discover she’s sick. As we all know, when kids get sick they have a tendency to share. I’m hoping this time she didn’t share, because Grandma ain’t got time for none of that.
If only that were the end of it…
I’ve mentioned there are only a handful of us who know how to do my job. Realistically there are two of us. I’m the primary person and I have a backup who fills in on my days off.
Except this morning somebody stole my backup-person’s car. While thankfully we work from home, she was already juggling work, dealing with the police, and God knows what else associated with the theft… when her daughter’s school called asking her to pick up her kid.
Only, you know, she didn’t have a car.
She finally had to call off for the remainder of the day to deal with everything.
Our third backup is our boss, who’s already wearing more hats than Bartholomew Cubbins.
I was gone all day, but may end up having to cover for my colleague tomorrow. I hope not, because this is all the tip of the iceberg.
This time of year always wreaks havoc with my body, and it was already giving me grief before we left this morning to go pick up the sick child. When we got home late this afternoon, I couldn’t step up from the carport into the house. There’s no actual stair, merely the threshold. It’s two, at most three inches higher than the carport.
When we’re out somewhere, I have my power chair. Unfortunately even if I wanted to use it at home, our house isn’t designed with a wheelchair in mind. (Another reason we know we’ve got to move eventually, like it or not.)
Once I finally managed to get past the door and drop onto the sofa, G retrieved my walker, which I was grateful he hadn’t sold. For some reason I thought he’d decided to get rid of it. He has a tendency to sell anything that isn’t tied down.
There’s more involved, but I’ll spare you the details. You get the idea.
So I guess this is a bad time to send you my Christmas List, huh?
On a serious note, I don’t thing I realized just how bad your physical limitations were. I’m sorry if I used to complain that all your photos were taken from the same perspective! Damn, that really sucks. If I ever hit the lottery big time, I’m gonna buy you a muscle bound hunk in a sarong who will carry you everywhere you need to go. Walkers are for poor people.
Hang in there, babe. I hope today goes better than yesterday – or at least, I hope you don’t have to go in to work. Sheesh.
It isn’t usually that extreme. It’s been a long time since I had to resort to a walker around the house. Yesterday was simply a DAY.
This morning is (so far) much better. I’m still not running marathons, but I can putter around the house without the walker, long as I take it slow. I talked to my colleague today (we have an internal chat program and I keep an eye on it even on my days off.) She’s working today, so I should still have the day off.
Yeah, my photo perspectives are gonna be limited. It’s what it is. But I’m grateful for what I can do, just the same 🙂
Some people have all the luck and some people have….your life. I do hope your body gets better as the day goes on.
Hoping for less taxi service and more “you time”.
Honestly, while I definitely have moments it’s challenging, I consider myself lucky. I have a job that lets me work from home. My house payment is so cheap it’s almost embarrassing. We have what we need to eat and to survive. So many people don’t, especially nowadays.