Queen of Rambles

I haven’t worked for the past six days so life is going to be extremely hard when the alarm clock rings tomorrow at 6:45. I told Mike there was no way I was possibly going to be called to work tomorrow. What teacher would dare take a day off after a five day weekend? Apparently a first grade teacher who works next door to the first grade teacher I subbed for last week. At least I am impressing people, I suppose. This work really interrupts my beautiful sleep.

And now I should be writing. I am less than 5000 words away from my Nano goal of 50,000. My story is no where near a conclusion, but I’ve figured out a way to just end it, and end it quickly. This is not a good story by any stretch of the imagination so it will be nice to just conclusively end it and not feel guilty for never getting back to it. Instead, I really want to get back to last year’s nano and another novel that I have half written. Both of those are at least readable.

I had a rather depressing conversation with my mom yesterday. My dad finally had to go to the doctor for a broken rib after exhausting my grandma’s supply of pain killers (she won’t take them because she would apparently rather writhe in pain after surgery). The doctors do everything they can every time they see dad since he is so completely unhealthy. I think they are fascinated by his complete lack of caring about his situation. The news is never good, as it can never be good when you weight 362 pounds (the official weight according to the doctor’s scale–guess I’ve been exaggerating a bit) and drink alcohol like it’s water. The man can down a case of beer in a matter of hours.

Anyway, he has congestive heart failure, the bladder of an 80-year old man, something wrong with his kidney’s and an enlarged prostrate. He’s going to be 54 or maybe 55 in January. There’s no excuse for that kind of health report. He’s depressed. Even my mom sounded depressed. Now that I’ve gotten to know him and like him I’m depressed. If he would stop drinking and start eating right he could do a lot to improve his lifestyle and extend his life, but that is not going to happen. Of course, we all just have a limited amount of time on this planet so who knows what will happen.

I think I may have to go see the doctor myself. I hate going to the doctor. Love the dentist, hate the doctor. The doctor will just tell me I’m fat and poke around on my naked body without telling me anything I couldn’t learn myself on the Internet. My shoulder is absolutely killing me though. I guess it’s not my shoulder proper. It’s the right, upper portion of my back. It’s always had some pain in it for the past several years, but right now it’s so bad that if I even lean back in a chair it hurts. When Mike touches me there I scream and yell at him. Poor boy.

Though he’s not really a poor boy. Some of you know Mike in real life. You know he looks like a total innocent. You know he’s the sweetest guy ever. However, did you know he’s the biggest smart ass in the world? It is so incongruous coming from his baby face, but he’ll pop off with the most smart ass comments and just leave me stunned. You’d think I’d be used to it by now. You’d also think I could give an example so you can laugh along with me, but the memory sieve is working double time today.

And now I guess I really had better get my butt in writing gear. Sleep must come early tonight so I only have an hour left! Yikes!

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