2001
| July 15, 2001 My younger son was sleeping like the proverbial log when I left the house this Monday morning. Breakfast hadn't appealed to him so he choose to just roll over. He can miss meals. I no longer worry about that. I know what he ate and when last night. He has the attitude that as long as he is living with me, I will cook for him! He's pushing this a bit! He's walking better, stood unaided, crawled on the grass for the photographer - sat on benches, etc, etc, even stood posing for photos - these are for the upcoming article in Woman's World magazine. All about my miracle baby and how Mommy will not let him go. They will have to rip him out of my cold dead hands! I can't wait to see it. The article that is. We of course had the obligatory rabbit ear photo (all three of us doing rabbit ears on the other) and the wind-tunnel hair - it stood straight up I swear! After all my work to try to look nice and neat! Of course sweating at the gym for 90 minutes didn't help what had been a nice comb-out. And seeing that my youngest took a shower - which requires that mother be wet too. Even if he can get behind the shower curtain and stand in the shower and wash himself now it is still obligatory that he splash or spray me. If I do not get wet he feels mifted. He giggles at this. I am very wet. My hair is now damp. I am now mifted. My older son has joined us for this adventure - which does lead to lack of any sanity on our parts. So we three posed and preened and then took the photographers (two nice ladies) over to Starbucks so they could stay awake while driving to San Francisco. My younger son talked shop with them. She has an agent. He's thinking about this as a future. They compared cameras. He is perking up lately - showing interest in life. At the barbecue last week he also stood for a bit (my older son had also joined us - Team in Training). He chatted and talked to people and was in his people-element. It's good for him to get out. Perks him up. And the little devil has been walking around the house when I am at work - I know because he STOOD UNAIDED. He does tire of course. And of course how can we expect him to give up getting pushed around in wheelies by his brother? No self-respecting mother would assume that he would cease that attention! After the chemo is out of the way, he needs to get back to studying art. Doing photos. They were attractive young ladies. He flirted. He got hugged. Of course. They said we rated in the top two of all their photo subjects. I'm dying to know what number one was! Anyway, today started confused. I usually roll over and pass out most mornings after stumbling into his room at 6AM to give him his pill- magically waking up at 8AM - way off schedule. Today I did it before I got up and gave him a pill. I just close my eyes for a minute and pass right out. Need to check - am I taking my iron pills? [No! Whoops!] This morning was much like most of them lately - I woke up at 8AM and lept out of bed - which was not an easy event. My eyes were pasted shut from allergies and my hips were stiff. Post-gym trauma. I grabbed his pill. In my state, I am lucky that I did not take it! This is the antibiotic that followed the IV that came from the spider bite from the spider that crawled in the window and got in his sheets that he had trailed on the floor. I wake up puffy-eyed and sinus-headache and stiff and groggy. I stumbled into his room and shoved the blue pill into his mouth with a sip of whatever he had in the glass on the end table. I stumble around looking for nose spray and allergy spray and the asthma inhaler and Sudafed, the latter I cannot find. Coffee. I need coffee! Little Bit bolted outside while I was ineffectively trying to rescue another pill - this one for the dog (hot dog slice too big - she dropped the pill and skated it under the patio)-----Little Bit ran for the outside - skulking past me - then kept whining at the window and running off when I opened the door for the next hour. She looked pathetic but was she ever fast. Of course, she has suffered a change in attitude recently - when in the house she gets petted, rubs my feet and tends to sit and watch me. Ranger got a rabies shot Saturday and is a bigger baby than ever. He came home wet. He sulked. Trim went out and lay down in wet mud. Immediately. So much for grooming. (We had changed to the Vet for grooming.) Little Bit is not supposed to be out - we had her claws trimmed. In a fit of rage this morning - Ranger, blocked from egress out the door after his compatriot by momma's bare feet and a backwards kick while I grabbed the door (I kicked the door not the cat), threw up on the only clean spot on the hall carpet - which, having been shampooed once is forever a dirt magnet. He will unerringly find the clean spot on the white rug. The dog is on pills because of red gum - she does not chew her food. Judging from the cat puke, Ranger doesn't either. Both of them had their teeth done in January. $400. I remember. Scotchguard time for the rug I guess. I nearly stepped in his offering racing to get dressed and putting orange juice out for my sleeping prince.. I had few moments of vocalization while my son slept on. I was vocalizing, not the cat. The dog required a second hot dog bite (MUCH smaller) and a second pill. Little bit made another pass at coming in but Trim keeps thinking that I am calling her and Little Bit bristles and races for the woodpile. I then tried to swallow all my own pills at once in two handfuls without also gagging. So I had a slice of toast with low fat peanut butter and fruit spread on it. Keeps the stomach from declaring war. Then I come in to the office and FTP fails in all directions. I am trying to preflight audio files. We rerecorded the Advanced Chip eLearning workshop audio tracks. Symon (internal website at Synopsys is called Symon - excuse me - they renamed it last week - "Synopsys World") - it still is no help. The help desk is busy. And no one is answering emails. (Help desk couldn't get in either----- Didn't think I was that crazy!!!!) On top of this - the NT still can't "see" the Jaz and the ZIP drives both at once. They are still trying to solve that problem. Going on how many months now??? I lost track. And my wrists both hurt. Too much computer time lately getting the project out - and the NT has a bouncing keyboard. Ergo police are on the case - again. All this because I asked for a computer table. I never had a problem with the Mac since I have a computer table set as a keyboard tray and the system perched on a 6' office table. I have typed on computers since about 1964. But the NT......what a royal pain! So I recall support and resend emails and finally access the Vitalect ftp area. Only one problem - the downloaded files are corrupted! Funny. Everybody else can read them! I open another support call to the help desk. The NT is eating files again. Ho hum. Another Monday...... |
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