Dec. 16th, 2014 10:46 pm
The ides of December 2: Deliverance
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muckefuckBy now I've told the story of the dogshit day we had on Sunday enough that it no longer feels fresh enough for posting. As emergency room tales go, it's pretty tame, but it's only the second time I've taken someone there and the first time ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
monshu's been brought so naturally it stands out to us. When I saw the blood in the toilet bowl, I feared the worst, but the antibiotics we got sent home with seem to have cleared everything up. In fact, the Old Man's feeling so good today he unloaded the dishwasher, paid the bills, and made a frittata. Tomorrow he may even go shopping.
It did, however, give me some reservations about spending next week in St Louis. Mom asked, "If this had happened while you were down here, what would you're reaction have been? Would you have felt the need to be back there with him?" Honestly, yes. But it would look very different if someone I trusted had been around to handle the whole thing. So, with that in mind, I e-mailed Turtlewife and asked if she'd be willing to look in the GWO while I wasn't around.
Not only was she willing, but she volunteered her wife to take him to an appointment on Christmas Eve and herself to drive me to the airport on Saturday. And when I say "volunteered", I mean she informed me this was what was happening. Clearly it means a lot to them to do things for us, but honestly sometimes I wonder what they see in us. Or rather, me. Obviously,monshu is awesome but you don't have to go miles out of your way to do someone favours just because you like their spouse.
So now I feel like maybe I can pull back a bit and begin to think about Christmas with my family.gorkabear, you'll be pleased to hear I've gone to the mat to keep chorizo out of the Christmas Eve paella (which is a ridiculous hill to die on given that we're finishing it in the oven anyway). My sister's bought some sort of roast for the sauerbraten she wants me to make and, whatever it turns out to be, we'll make it work. That's pretty much the motto for the season right now: We'll make it work.
monshu's been brought so naturally it stands out to us. When I saw the blood in the toilet bowl, I feared the worst, but the antibiotics we got sent home with seem to have cleared everything up. In fact, the Old Man's feeling so good today he unloaded the dishwasher, paid the bills, and made a frittata. Tomorrow he may even go shopping.It did, however, give me some reservations about spending next week in St Louis. Mom asked, "If this had happened while you were down here, what would you're reaction have been? Would you have felt the need to be back there with him?" Honestly, yes. But it would look very different if someone I trusted had been around to handle the whole thing. So, with that in mind, I e-mailed Turtlewife and asked if she'd be willing to look in the GWO while I wasn't around.
Not only was she willing, but she volunteered her wife to take him to an appointment on Christmas Eve and herself to drive me to the airport on Saturday. And when I say "volunteered", I mean she informed me this was what was happening. Clearly it means a lot to them to do things for us, but honestly sometimes I wonder what they see in us. Or rather, me. Obviously,
monshu is awesome but you don't have to go miles out of your way to do someone favours just because you like their spouse.So now I feel like maybe I can pull back a bit and begin to think about Christmas with my family.
gorkabear, you'll be pleased to hear I've gone to the mat to keep chorizo out of the Christmas Eve paella (which is a ridiculous hill to die on given that we're finishing it in the oven anyway). My sister's bought some sort of roast for the sauerbraten she wants me to make and, whatever it turns out to be, we'll make it work. That's pretty much the motto for the season right now: We'll make it work.Tags: