Stress, you are in me
Jun. 20th, 2013 11:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lillian13 So, my emotional state has been all over the map. I was fine to work out with my Awesome Trainer J on Monday, but by yesterday afternoon it wasn't going to happen. Cindy called me at work and I'm sure she was trying to be helpful, telling me what was going on, but she was all "La la la, get the cancer fixed because it's really the heart valve we have to be worried about, la la la."
Then she calls me at 12:30 this morning. I thought I was going to have a heart attack when my phone went off and I saw the caller ID. Was she dead? What? No, she was calling me to let me know her surgery went fine. She was all fine!
Surgery? Well, her surgeon had talked about doing a procedure where they block off the "bad" lung, inflate it and fill it with talcum powder to force the bleeding bits to stick together and possibly heal. (It sounds really dumb to me, that's the lung where the cancer has infiltrated and is causing all the problems so I don't see how this will help, but I'm not an oncologist, so.) She referred to this procedure as Shake & Bake several times during the conversation. Anyway, they had an open slot in surgery so they decided to do it that afternoon.
Great. But why call me in the middle of the night? Oh, she had "lost time" and knew it was late, but would I call our brother and tell him? Since she couldn't remember his number to give the surgeon? (Why the HELL isn't this on her charts, I have no idea. Hopefully my brother will rectify this when he goes out there this weekend.) Then she blathered at me for another 10 minutes before I could get her to hang up.
I'm sure she was pretty heavily medicated, and I know she's scared. But crap, I did not need that. I'm already very short on sleep, stressed about going to ApolloCon this weekend, behind in getting things done for that. And now this. I cried for about 10 minutes after I hung up and then went to sleep. I feel faaaaaaabulous today, let me tell you. It's just busy enough at work that taking today off would just result in problems later, though I may try to leave early.
Anyway, enough blather. Here, have some of the results of my hard work this week:
Then she calls me at 12:30 this morning. I thought I was going to have a heart attack when my phone went off and I saw the caller ID. Was she dead? What? No, she was calling me to let me know her surgery went fine. She was all fine!
Surgery? Well, her surgeon had talked about doing a procedure where they block off the "bad" lung, inflate it and fill it with talcum powder to force the bleeding bits to stick together and possibly heal. (It sounds really dumb to me, that's the lung where the cancer has infiltrated and is causing all the problems so I don't see how this will help, but I'm not an oncologist, so.) She referred to this procedure as Shake & Bake several times during the conversation. Anyway, they had an open slot in surgery so they decided to do it that afternoon.
Great. But why call me in the middle of the night? Oh, she had "lost time" and knew it was late, but would I call our brother and tell him? Since she couldn't remember his number to give the surgeon? (Why the HELL isn't this on her charts, I have no idea. Hopefully my brother will rectify this when he goes out there this weekend.) Then she blathered at me for another 10 minutes before I could get her to hang up.
I'm sure she was pretty heavily medicated, and I know she's scared. But crap, I did not need that. I'm already very short on sleep, stressed about going to ApolloCon this weekend, behind in getting things done for that. And now this. I cried for about 10 minutes after I hung up and then went to sleep. I feel faaaaaaabulous today, let me tell you. It's just busy enough at work that taking today off would just result in problems later, though I may try to leave early.
Anyway, enough blather. Here, have some of the results of my hard work this week:
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Date: 2013-06-20 09:46 pm (UTC)The enameled piece with the gears is really nice. :)
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Date: 2013-06-20 10:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-09 08:41 am (UTC)Well, I'm glad she's fine! But crikey, I would have nearly had a heart attack too. The sheer adrenaline jag would have taken me days to get over. I hope you will be feeling better soon. And I'm very sorry about your sister.
Those jewels are lovely. Who would have thought that gears could look so pretty?