Monday, October 20, 2008
My mother was hospitalized last Monday. She has been diagnosed with COPD, CHF, and another bunch of ABCs that mean little to us. What has been important is that she seems to have lost her will to live. She told me that she is tired. She is tired of being tired. After five days of not eating or drinking anything to speak of, she told me that there was no point because she was going to die anyway. When I asked her how she knew that, other than the fact that we all are going to die sooner or later, she said that God told her it was her time. Because I know that the right thing to do is to let her go if it really is her time, I told her that I loved her and God speed. Then I walked outside and cried and cried. Difficult stuff friends.
Monday, September 8, 2008
- Over the last eight years, our (meaning mine and my husband's) personal income has dropped - literally, not just as a result of the cost of living increases that are also outrageous. I currently work two jobs - as a librarian and then teaching a marketing class online. My husband had to change positions and take a rather large pay decrease. Not enough money folks.
- My daughter graduated from college with student loans and cannot find a job to save her life - which is in her own hands, I might add, because she has no health insurance - CANNOT AFFORD her own health insurance and is trying to deal with a lifelong seizure disorder from a birth injury ON HER OWN. And did I mention her student loans? They are also due now. HA!
- My oldest son is a mortgage broker - you can imagine how well that is going! Guess what his wife does? Yep, a realtor! All the eggs in the wrong basket this time. Two beautiful sons who they are sending to parochial school, sacrificing even more.
- Middle son - married, works full time. NO HEALTH INSURANCE because he cannot afford it. And eat or live. Wife - full time student whose financial aid was cut this school year. Why? Because between them they made a whopping $20,000 last year. Don't get me wrong, people exist on far less, but come on. BTW, they have lost three pregnancies in the last two years. Our free clinic just can't seem to help them and they cannot afford a specialist who said to come in for a one hour consult would be between $100 and $300. In my stupidity, I asked why would it be different for the same amount of time. Response - it depends on what you talk about...whatever, give me an f-ing break, your words cost different amounts. I think I need to remember that.
- Youngest son - graduated from high school, has scholarships for college. Life seems to be going well for him, but I wonder what sort of world he will inherit from us.
So you see, from where I am sitting, there is no choice. The decision was made for me because one candidate says the economy is fine, healthcare must be earned, work harder! The other candidate understands that I am working as hard as I can for all of my family. There are not too many more hours in the day. If there were, I would work even harder...look for a third job. In fact, I am looking because I work for the State of Florida and that is not going so well either - we are faced with another 10% budget cut for the second year. We are being told that we must do more with less. I am exhausted. No wonder I am in a FUNK. Then I open C*N*N and see the top headline that the election is a dead tie. All I can say is that you people must be in much better shape than I am both financially and emotionally, because I have had ENOUGH!
one tired and disgusted LibrarysCat
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Monday, June 23, 2008
I am working on a blanket for the little one and will try to get it done ASAP so that she will have it when she gets home from the hospital. In the meantime, all good wishes and love go out to mom and daughter.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Saturday, February 16, 2008
We had our first big outing today! To the vet's office to be weighed for dewormer. What a trip! Together we weigh as much as most newborn puppies.
Izzy - I started out as the smallest and today I weighed the most - 0.9 lbs
None of us minded the medicine. We were back at home and in our playpen with our Mom, so it was all good. The puppies are lovely and we play with them all the time...they are growling and jumping and biting (with no teeth) and trying to run! Hard to believe they are almost a month old. What joy they bring to our lives!