And so, the weekend comes to a close
Sep. 2nd, 2002 09:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kyburgTurkey dinner was delicious, thanks. I got to take the other pumpkin pie over to Sis' house and had a bit of a chat. Came off whiny and maudlin. Go me. Crap.
Sat and watched the Jerry Lewis Telethon. Weeped.
Sat and watched some more Beatles anthology. Ditto.
Sat and watched some more color WWII footage...okay, you got the drift.
Y'know, I ought to call Sis and tell her about Jerry Lewis. Poor guy is hooge. HOOGE. From what I can gather, he's been on steroids too for a COPD issue. He's off oxygen now, from all reports and improving.
But hell, he looked sick. Poor guy. And it does take me back, seeing the long-term care issues you deal with in neuromuscular stuff. It's not fair, and it's not easy and it's not anyone's fault. And in my case, the person who was in my care did not have the disease of the week. So there was no telethon for my "kid."
But I can shed tears, nonetheless. It only took almost four years to remember how.
And a couple of characters are calling for me to come back and put their conversations on paper. Problem is, I'm trying to convince one that giving the other the third degree right then isn't a good idea, and he's not listening to me.
Well, back to the salt mines. I'll give myself some chocolate and sake and maybe set up the upstairs computer first.
I'm actually ready to go to work tomorrow.
Sat and watched the Jerry Lewis Telethon. Weeped.
Sat and watched some more Beatles anthology. Ditto.
Sat and watched some more color WWII footage...okay, you got the drift.
Y'know, I ought to call Sis and tell her about Jerry Lewis. Poor guy is hooge. HOOGE. From what I can gather, he's been on steroids too for a COPD issue. He's off oxygen now, from all reports and improving.
But hell, he looked sick. Poor guy. And it does take me back, seeing the long-term care issues you deal with in neuromuscular stuff. It's not fair, and it's not easy and it's not anyone's fault. And in my case, the person who was in my care did not have the disease of the week. So there was no telethon for my "kid."
But I can shed tears, nonetheless. It only took almost four years to remember how.
And a couple of characters are calling for me to come back and put their conversations on paper. Problem is, I'm trying to convince one that giving the other the third degree right then isn't a good idea, and he's not listening to me.
Well, back to the salt mines. I'll give myself some chocolate and sake and maybe set up the upstairs computer first.
I'm actually ready to go to work tomorrow.
