The last few weeks have been eventful, and not really in a good way. I’ve spent a good chunk of my summer trying to nail down what’s going on with some strange health issues, and a road trip to see a specialist turned up nothing — which is good, I don’t have a dread disease, but we still don’t know what’s wrong — but I had a bit of car trouble on the way there and had to get it fixed before I came home, so that was more stress than I really wanted.
Then I got a phone call from my mom. She went out back to water her plants, slipped off the deck, and broke one foot while twisting the other ankle. She couldn’t walk, and she was home alone. The neighbor heard her and came out to see what was wrong, so they got her an ambulance and whisked her off to the ER.
I’d planned to visit my parents the next weekend anyway, since Michael was off on a road trip, so I took a couple of days off and extended the trip. By the time I got there, she said my dad had been feeding her cheese sandwiches for four days, so I made an enormous grocery list and spent three and a half days cooking. When I left, they had about two weeks’ worth of food in the freezer, and Mom had made it through the entire first season of Mad Men on my iPad while she was elevating her foot.
When I got home, around 10:30 on a Tuesday night, I discovered that our air conditioner had died. Apparently the temperature got up somewhere around 110°F that day, and by the time I got there it was 94 inside. I started texting people to see who was still awake, and managed to find a friend who’d let me crash for the night. (Letting someone sleep on your living room floor at eleven on a weeknight is above and beyond the call of friendship, I must say.) Got it fixed the next morning without much fuss, fortunately.
There were some issues with my publisher that week as well, which I’m not going to go into here. It was all quite ridiculous and made me want to punch walls.
Friday, I had to whip up the slides for OpenCamp, drive to Dallas, and get up Saturday to do my thing. That went well. Alas, I got food poisoning on the way home, and spent Monday curled up in bed listening to an audiobook.
Tuesday, I worked until 10pm. In fact, through Friday, it was incredibly stressful at work. It was the first week of classes, and I had to migrate a whole bunch of sites between servers, and some things did not go well, and overall I never want to spend another week like that again.
The server migrations are mostly done now, but I’m still feeling puny, as my grandmother would have said. I was going to bake some stuff, which would have required a trip to the grocery, and then go see a movie. Michael took one look at me, curled up in my writing chair in yoga pants and a wrinkled T-shirt, with a sweater and a messy ponytail, and said, “You are not going anywhere,” and he was right. The upset stomach comes and goes, and as you might imagine, the insomnia is kicking my ass more than usual. He got the stuff, though, so I might do the baking later. The movie is right out, but we have something from Netflix.
I kind of want to crawl into bed and not come out until Thanksgiving.