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Apr. 8th, 2007 01:59 amY'know what? Things just suck. Like, there's nothing more to say. This sucks. Things suck. My life at this particular moment sucks.
I don't know why it was important that you all know that, but there you go.
I napped through most of the day today, having had to stay up all night with my mother, talking things through with her. One of the slightly annoying bits about all this is that whenever she's got insomnia, I have to stay up with her so she can spend hours going through every slight physical ailment she's experiencing. Constant reassurance. My mother has always needed constant reassurance. I've gotten very good at it, and nine times out of ten, I can give her a logical reason not to worry about whatever she's worrying about. And, because she is completely logic deficient, whatever I say is guaranteed to be something she hasn't thought of, so it usually calms her down.
She goes to the neurologist on the 19th. I'm hoping against hope that he clears her to drive, because I don't think I can face six months of driving her to work and back. I had to wear a wrist brace all day yesterday because of all the Tacoma driving - it aggravated my carpal tunnel something fierce. It hasn't been that bad ever.
And tomorrow... oh dear god, tomorrow. Tomorrow, I have to take my mom to see her family for Easter dinner. I just... this is the absolute last thing I want to do. I hate every goddamn one of those people. I understand that it's important for her right now to reconnect with her family, and I know she wants to see her brother very badly, so I know why my mom wants to go. But I just don't know how I'm going to stand it. My absolute maximum is two hours, I told her. I'd like to get it down to one.
See, this is why I love my father's family so much more. When I go to see them, they all ask me what I'm currently studying. My mom's family only asks me who I'm currently dating.
She'll probably go back to work on Monday or Tuesday, thank god. Then I can start to run some of my own errands and get back to straightening out my finances.
I did get to make onigiri tonight, which cheered me up a bit. I was complaining to my father about not having any fish to mix in, and out of nowhere, he pulls out a full smoked salmon. The man is like a magician. It's so perfect with the onigiri, too, because it's so salty. I always have trouble making short-grained rice, though. When you spend your whole life making basmati rice only, constantly striving to make it light and not sticky, it's hard to get out of that mindset. Anyway, the onigiri are fucking adorable and very tasty. I'm out of furikake, so I didn't make any plain ones, but I made a couple of avocado-filled ones that are awesome.
I don't know. Things will get better, I hope. That's about it.
I don't know why it was important that you all know that, but there you go.
I napped through most of the day today, having had to stay up all night with my mother, talking things through with her. One of the slightly annoying bits about all this is that whenever she's got insomnia, I have to stay up with her so she can spend hours going through every slight physical ailment she's experiencing. Constant reassurance. My mother has always needed constant reassurance. I've gotten very good at it, and nine times out of ten, I can give her a logical reason not to worry about whatever she's worrying about. And, because she is completely logic deficient, whatever I say is guaranteed to be something she hasn't thought of, so it usually calms her down.
She goes to the neurologist on the 19th. I'm hoping against hope that he clears her to drive, because I don't think I can face six months of driving her to work and back. I had to wear a wrist brace all day yesterday because of all the Tacoma driving - it aggravated my carpal tunnel something fierce. It hasn't been that bad ever.
And tomorrow... oh dear god, tomorrow. Tomorrow, I have to take my mom to see her family for Easter dinner. I just... this is the absolute last thing I want to do. I hate every goddamn one of those people. I understand that it's important for her right now to reconnect with her family, and I know she wants to see her brother very badly, so I know why my mom wants to go. But I just don't know how I'm going to stand it. My absolute maximum is two hours, I told her. I'd like to get it down to one.
See, this is why I love my father's family so much more. When I go to see them, they all ask me what I'm currently studying. My mom's family only asks me who I'm currently dating.
She'll probably go back to work on Monday or Tuesday, thank god. Then I can start to run some of my own errands and get back to straightening out my finances.
I did get to make onigiri tonight, which cheered me up a bit. I was complaining to my father about not having any fish to mix in, and out of nowhere, he pulls out a full smoked salmon. The man is like a magician. It's so perfect with the onigiri, too, because it's so salty. I always have trouble making short-grained rice, though. When you spend your whole life making basmati rice only, constantly striving to make it light and not sticky, it's hard to get out of that mindset. Anyway, the onigiri are fucking adorable and very tasty. I'm out of furikake, so I didn't make any plain ones, but I made a couple of avocado-filled ones that are awesome.
I don't know. Things will get better, I hope. That's about it.
