Okay, so I was a little late in writing today... I swear I have a good reason. He came home from Drill alright, and he was dead tired. And part of my worries were unfounded. He didn't hurt his back, like I was scared he would... instead, he hurt his foot. I say foot because the entire foot is swollen and bruised up to his calf. So I'm not entirely sure that it isn't his foot or his ankle that's hurt, and knowing my luck, it would be both. I'm so scared he ended up shattering his ankle and fracturing his foot, or worse, tearing ligaments and needing surgery. He came home, I helped him change clothes, and then we went to the walk-in clinic his unit wanted him to go to. The swelling was so bad they had trouble reading the X Rays, so they want him referred out to do an MRI to rule out breaks, fractures, or any tears in tendons or ligaments. So he's off his feet for at least two weeks and I'm busy taking care of him. Right now, he's playing halo with one of our roomies, so he's good.
And to add to weird things going on today, my mother called me just to let me know that her chihuahua had to be put down today... the dog was ancient. Mom inherited her from my great-grandmother about ten years ago after my great-grandmother had a stroke that complicated her alzheimer's. That's another story in my life, maybe I'll go into it another day when there isn't so much on my mind. But in any case, the dog had been with my great-grandmother for years already and we didn't even know how old she was by the time some friends had given her to our family. Was I supposed to act all heartbroken? It was a mercy for the poor thing. She was mostly blind, and couldn't jump onto anything so she slept on my mom's clothes by the bed. Yes, my mother had to leave clothes on the floor for the dog to sleep on. Any other issues, we probably didn't know about because with her being a chihuahua, and those dogs are a nervous trembling wreck anyway. How would you know if they were having seizures?
And, Joy of joys, I have to finish up the initial assesment paperwork for my disability application. I am so not looking forward to that. By the time I answer all those questions honestly, I will feel utterly useless even though my combined conditions warrant my lack of productivity and functionality for normal life. I keep praying that I will get discovered and published, and not have to worry about a manual job. At least with writing I don't have to keep any certain hours and I can do it around my migraines and other issues. I mean, I do it here, right? Alas, this miracle hasn't happened yet... so I keep working on my writing and keep putting myself out there on the line, and struggling to get by day to day, even with my Marine's income, as sporadic as it is. He has trouble getting a job due to the experience he has being limited to the time he's spent in the Corps. It's not supposed to work that way, but that's the only thing that makes sense for why he can't get a callback or interview on any applications he's put in. Enough rambling for now though... I'm off to figure out what to write for NaNoWriMo next month.
And to add to weird things going on today, my mother called me just to let me know that her chihuahua had to be put down today... the dog was ancient. Mom inherited her from my great-grandmother about ten years ago after my great-grandmother had a stroke that complicated her alzheimer's. That's another story in my life, maybe I'll go into it another day when there isn't so much on my mind. But in any case, the dog had been with my great-grandmother for years already and we didn't even know how old she was by the time some friends had given her to our family. Was I supposed to act all heartbroken? It was a mercy for the poor thing. She was mostly blind, and couldn't jump onto anything so she slept on my mom's clothes by the bed. Yes, my mother had to leave clothes on the floor for the dog to sleep on. Any other issues, we probably didn't know about because with her being a chihuahua, and those dogs are a nervous trembling wreck anyway. How would you know if they were having seizures?
And, Joy of joys, I have to finish up the initial assesment paperwork for my disability application. I am so not looking forward to that. By the time I answer all those questions honestly, I will feel utterly useless even though my combined conditions warrant my lack of productivity and functionality for normal life. I keep praying that I will get discovered and published, and not have to worry about a manual job. At least with writing I don't have to keep any certain hours and I can do it around my migraines and other issues. I mean, I do it here, right? Alas, this miracle hasn't happened yet... so I keep working on my writing and keep putting myself out there on the line, and struggling to get by day to day, even with my Marine's income, as sporadic as it is. He has trouble getting a job due to the experience he has being limited to the time he's spent in the Corps. It's not supposed to work that way, but that's the only thing that makes sense for why he can't get a callback or interview on any applications he's put in. Enough rambling for now though... I'm off to figure out what to write for NaNoWriMo next month.
