Friday, August 18, 2006

I did eventually get some work done on my webpage, Wednesday night/Thursday morning. I wrote 4 poems in that time, and got those posted. The final poem in that set, marked my 100th poem written in 2006. 2 of the new poems were inspired by Jeremy. I updated his page on my site, and updated some other things too. I also went to see my dad, but he didn't answer his door. I tried to go to bed early, but my acid reflux, which the new meds haven't helped with, was in overdrive, and I couldn't sleep, or do much of anything without suffering.

Thursday morning, I sent a long overdue e-mail to Jeremy. There was much on my mind, and we don't talk on the phone enough, or see each other in person, for all the things I'd like to tell him about. I don't think he reads my blog regularly anymore, which is understandable, as he's way busy, but I'm missing the communication we used to have, and that's ok. I sent him a fantastic, in depth e-mail, wich all kinds of things I'd had on my mind - and asked for a reply. And it was there, at the back of my mind all day.

Mark stayed home from work on Thursday. He got a lot of his shit done, and he talked about taking Friday off as well, so he could get the rest finished. I thought that would be great, because he'd get to visit with Janice and her kids, and he could take some great pictures of us all...

I worked on Thursday, and already sick of being sick, I stopped taking the new meds, and switched back to the old. The old ones were working when I switched, and there's no reason for me to switch when the old drugs are working; no reason to be sick, when I don't need to be. I was a bit worried for a second, about what the doctor would say, but then remembered he's an ass, and then never looked back again.

I worked with Heidi, and Jeff, Nate & Joe. Work was really dead, and we were way over on labor, so they gave me an hour lunch, which I took with Mark. After work, we got groceries, then when we got home, I watched more of Anne of Green Gables (the Sequel). Then I got up the energy to try my Dad again. Mark said he could go too, as he was done with his work, and so off we went. Dad was home, and brought his clothes that I've had in storage for over a year now. Dad's fridge was empty, and he didn't have any money. I gave him $10.00. I'm very short on money right now, which I'm sure I've mentioned, but I had to give him something. Of course he had us take him somewhere so he could buy cigarettes. We brought him to the condo, and he posed for some pictures with me. Then we took him to Meijer and Mark insisted on getting him some groceries. Mark was really great, and he was impressed that my dad was trying, as Mark had noticed through several subtle actions of my father. And my dad looked a bit better this time, than he did on our last visit. After groceries, I was exhausted, so Mark drove us back to Dad's where we packed away his groceries for him. Then he asked if we could give him a ride to Abe's (of course), which I did, as I knew how to drive there. Then I drove us to the Aut Bar, so I could see if R.M. was there, only he wasn't. Mark drove us home then, as I was so tired.

I checked my e-mail when I got home, and there was a brief response from Jeremy about the e-mail, saying he wanted to read his new poems, and send me a real reply to the message, but he had to run to work. The message was from the morning. I sent a response saying I looked forward to his real response. My left eye was hurting, but I thought maybe my eyes were just tired in general, and I went to bed.

The phone rang at 5:07am, but by the time I found it, they had hung up. The call was from Chris (Bryan's fiance), but I didn't call back right away, because my left eye felt swollen. Sure enough, I have a stye, in my left eye. My dad gets them really bad. I get them, every few months it seems, over the last year or two. I put hot compresses on them and eventually they go away on there own, usually after 2 or 3 days. They really suck though, and I find it hard to drive with one, because I have to squint at everything, and there's this constant pressure on my eye(s). Yuck. I'm glad I have 2 days off, to deal with them before I have to face work, but these things are so troublesome.

I called Chris back, and left her a message; letting her know that I hoped everything was ok, and that if not just give me a call back. I went back to sleep, but woke up several times, and applied a hot compress every time. I called Janice around 9am, when Mark announced that he'd be going to work today after all. That meant that Dad no longer had a ride. But when I was expressing the fact to Janice on the phone, Mark said he'd pick dad up for us on his lunch. So that's mostly dealt with.

Chris called while I was on the phone with Janice. Kayla had gone into labor sometime yesterday (I think), and they lost the baby. That's not exactly accurate, but I'm not clear on all the details, and don't want to publish them here anyways - long story short - there are strong emotions running rampant, and there's a lot of pain to go around.

I need to get ready.

   posted by Bald Jason at 10:44 AM
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