The Blog Formerly Known As Practical Paralegalism
The Teen is still in the hospital as of this post. I’d like to say I looked a quarter this good last week at work, but I was so tired, in truth it was bifocals, no make-up, and mostly a gormless (thanks, Vix, I love this word) look on my face. We won’t even talk about the sweet outfits I laid out and photographed on Sunday before The Teen started another pain event. Let’s just say instead of wearing those, I was dressed barely sloppily enough not to be asked to go home and change.
We have some very big medical decisions to make in the coming weeks. I won’t be blogging about them here, but I will be talking about the experience on CaringBridge. For those of you that want to keep up with The Teen, and I know many of you already do, I will make the link available once I’ve updated her site and started writing about what I’ll be thinking of as our Adventures in Hope (I hope).
I know many of you have supported family and friends through serious and/or terminal illnesses. I am usually pretty good in a crisis, and rarely cry, although I get exhausted and nonsensical after a few days. But it’s always something very small that brings out the tears at the most unexpected times. This time it was an idgit rent-a-cop that would not let me out of the hospital parking deck late at night without exact change. He started lecturing me in a very rude and condescending manner about the need for exact change between 10:30 p.m. and 7:30 a.m. and how I needed to be more prepared. That was it, guys. I burst into tears, and let this stupid little man with his petty Parking God complex be the straw that broke the camel’s back.
My feeling is if the hospital needs the parking funds from patients’ family and friends that bad, then keep one parking attendant on site to collect money at night, or put in a debit/credit machine like many airport parking lots use. But don’t ever treat patients’ support teams and lifelines to the outside world like dirt.
Sorry this wasn’t my usual lighter fare. I do have some funny stories to share from our NYC trip and even this very long hospital admission. I’ll do better next post.
I’m linking up to Patti at Not Yet Dead Style’s Visible Monday. Tomorrow I’m actually planning to wear – gasp – make-up and real clothes to work.
P.S. I am visiting many of your blogs, but mostly lurking these days. So I’m telling you now, you always raise my spirits.