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I set fire to the rain, watched it pour as I touched your face
It is very early, and I am very sleepy. On these Thursdays when I have to work, morning comes so damn early. My alarm goes off at 5:30, and I usually drag myself out of bed between 5:45-6, so it's not that much earlier, but oh, it feels it. We had a mid-week Frostmaiden game, so we were up a touch later than usual. Though to be fair, I was asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow.
I have the second of the learning modules for the new center. This one is about relationships and development. It sounds like everything I dislike, so I'm really looking forward to it. It's going to be two hours of my life I won't get back. Add to that a healthy dose of anxiety, as three teams have been called back into the office full time, and we're worried that's going to happen to us, and I'm just thrilled about this day. To be fair, the people who were pulled back weren't keeping up with their work, and they pulled them in to try to get their queues down. We're up to date, but with some of our interpersonal issues lately, I'm a little concerned. If we do, I will deal, but it will suck massively, especially right now with what's going on with Dad.
Spoke with the PA at the hospital yesterday. His MRI was normal. No stroke, no bleeding. The current thought is that he has an infection somewhere. His blood culture is growing, but that'll take a couple of days to see if it's real or skin contamination. They're doing scans of his heart and abdomen to make sure there's no infections there. If everything else is negative, they might want to do a spinal tap to check for meningitis. He's been on some strong antibiotics for a day, and my sister said he was a bit more lucid last night. He was able to hold a bit of a conversation. And he realized that he was out of it, so that's a start. Hopefully, he'll continue to improve. I'm going to go over after work, since my work is pretty much right down the road from the hospital.
At this point, I don't know what to hope for. I want him to get better, obviously, but then we're back to rehab to get him back in shape, so whatever happens, it's a long road. I'm so pissed at the rehab for not paying attention to the changes in his personality. He should not have gotten this bad. And we had to fight to get them to call an ambulance on Sunday. That's total bullshit.
Okay, time for me to get myself together for work. Everyone have a wonderful Thursday!
I have the second of the learning modules for the new center. This one is about relationships and development. It sounds like everything I dislike, so I'm really looking forward to it. It's going to be two hours of my life I won't get back. Add to that a healthy dose of anxiety, as three teams have been called back into the office full time, and we're worried that's going to happen to us, and I'm just thrilled about this day. To be fair, the people who were pulled back weren't keeping up with their work, and they pulled them in to try to get their queues down. We're up to date, but with some of our interpersonal issues lately, I'm a little concerned. If we do, I will deal, but it will suck massively, especially right now with what's going on with Dad.
Spoke with the PA at the hospital yesterday. His MRI was normal. No stroke, no bleeding. The current thought is that he has an infection somewhere. His blood culture is growing, but that'll take a couple of days to see if it's real or skin contamination. They're doing scans of his heart and abdomen to make sure there's no infections there. If everything else is negative, they might want to do a spinal tap to check for meningitis. He's been on some strong antibiotics for a day, and my sister said he was a bit more lucid last night. He was able to hold a bit of a conversation. And he realized that he was out of it, so that's a start. Hopefully, he'll continue to improve. I'm going to go over after work, since my work is pretty much right down the road from the hospital.
At this point, I don't know what to hope for. I want him to get better, obviously, but then we're back to rehab to get him back in shape, so whatever happens, it's a long road. I'm so pissed at the rehab for not paying attention to the changes in his personality. He should not have gotten this bad. And we had to fight to get them to call an ambulance on Sunday. That's total bullshit.
Okay, time for me to get myself together for work. Everyone have a wonderful Thursday!