health

The face of Thursday

What a day! For me, it wasn’t anything too special. I filed a claim with my insurance company for the cracked car windshield I’m planning to have replaced tomorrow morning. And…well, actually, not a whole lot more than that.

But meanwhile, my parents spent most of the day at the hospital. My mother hasn’t been feeling well since at least Tuesday night — this on top of her recovery from foot surgery — and today her doctor recommended she go to the emergency room for tests. I didn’t know any of this until late in the afternoon, when my father called me at work, and then we played some more phone tag after that. But luckily, she seems to be okay. Unluckily, she does seem to have a pretty nasty stomach bug that just won’t quit. We’re hoping it just needs time to work through her system, and that she’ll be feeling better in a day or two.

Her foot, meanwhile, is doing much better.

Put me in coach, I’m ready to play today

So it’s Wednesday already, huh? What’s that? Nearly Thursday? I’ll say this much for the week: it’s going back pretty fast.

At work today, we had one of our regular “brown bag lunches,” the last we’ll have before we move offices in April. This one was on coaching — “not just for the sports world anymore” — and I’m not really sure if it was intended to get us into coaching as clients or along the path to becoming coaches ourselves. It was reasonably engaging, I guess; everyone who asked or answered any questions got a ticket for a prize at the end. The prize was a deck of “question cards,” not that impressive, and I didn’t earn any tickets — which, given how freely our speaker was handing them out, actually is sort of impressive. (Once, after she’d given one person a ticket, she asked another person, “Was that what you were going to say too?” When that person nodded, she handed out another ticket.)

Beyond that, though, it wasn’t a terribly exciting day. Mostly just cold. Right now, I’m just kind of hoping I don’t get sick. My mother, who spent the weekend and early part of the week recuperating from minor foot surgery, has unfortunately come down with some kind of stomach virus. She talked with her doctor today, so I hope she’s on the mend. She hasn’t even really had a chance to properly look at this get-well soon gift my sister sent her yesterday.

Busy(ish) Monday

Today, I:

  • went to the doctor;
  • called a local glass place about replacing my suddenly cracked windshield and set up an appointment for Friday;
  • grabbed a quick breakfast;
  • thoroughly failed to get a haircut;
  • went to the library, returning some books and picking up some more;
  • went to the post office, picking up some books I’d purchased from Nightshade Books, during their recent half-price sale;
  • watched a couple of episodes of Red Dwarf. I had completely forgotten that Kryten, in his first appearance, was played by a different actor;
  • read Shaun Tan’s beautiful graphic novel The Arrival. It still counts as reading if there are no words, right? and;
  • donated blood at a drive at my old elementary school.

This last wasn’t so weird — I’ve donated blood lots of times before, and been back to the school on occasion — but it seemed like it was being run largely by students of the school, plus one somewhat exasperated woman who kept telling reminding them of what they had to do. Like instruct people where they were supposed to go, or sit. Thankfully the kids were just walkers and administrative helpers, not actually the ones sticking needles in anyone’s arms. It was just a little comical watching them try to figure out what they were supposed to be doing. Asking fourth and fifth graders to remember multiple instructions, much less explain them to anyone else, may be asking too much. They seemed inordinately pleased when they discovered a task — like handing out donation stickers — that offered no ambiguity.

So that, basically, was my day. It’s back to work with me tomorrow.

Friday on my mind

It was a pretty average Friday here, at least for me. My mother had some minor surgery this morning on her foot — elective, long-planned, and nothing serious, not to worry — but she’s doing fine now. My father stayed home with her all day, while the dog apparently hid or found suddenly important things to do in other rooms. (Nana Dog he most definitely is not.)

I have a three-day weekend myself, thanks to doctor’s appointment first thing Monday morning. I thought about maybe taking just half a sick day, but it seemed easier just to take the day altogether. (Of course, that was before I decided to take Wednesday because of the weather.)

No big plans for the weekend, beyond hopefully watching a movie with friends online and doing some reading and writing.

Monday various