Today, I realized I've gotten a little behind in updating my LJ's. I also realized that I hadn't mentioned in this one that my mom ended up back in the hospital the first week in June. This time it was a flare up of her emphysema brought on by her smoking to "calm her nerves" as my sister departed California for the cross-country drive into Pennsylvania. That's right. For those of you following my family turmoil this spring, my sister finally arrived in Pennsylvania.
Of course, she drove cross-country in three days of non-stop driving (though think night fog had made her stop at a hotel in the mountains of Pennsylvania), barreling through the Heartland in her Saturn, guzzling Rock Star to keep awake.
This time it took Mom a while to respond to the breathing therapy and the meds, which really fucked with her clarity. However, mid-week last week, the hospital moved her to their transitional care unit (part rehab but with more medical care than a traditional rehab) and stepped down the heavy steroids to help her breathe. She has been doing much better this week. She is clearheaded, able to talk on the phone, get out of bed, dress herself, and do therapy. She's coming home next week.
Tomorrow, I'm stuck in a day-long training session at work: Priority Setting for Managers. I told my boss that losing a day's worth of productivity right now when we are short staffed and in our busy time of year didn't seem like a priority to me. Didn't get me out the session.
I have much writing I need to start moving on, including several fic exchanges, some poetry for markets that open up again next month (and possibly for my speculative poetry group that meets Monday), a novel proposal package for critique at a con I'm going to in September.
In other news, I just got my first update for the World Fantasy Convention in Calgary this October. Still need to get a new passport so I can actually travel there and back again legally. Any of you guys going to the WFC this year too?
Of course, she drove cross-country in three days of non-stop driving (though think night fog had made her stop at a hotel in the mountains of Pennsylvania), barreling through the Heartland in her Saturn, guzzling Rock Star to keep awake.
This time it took Mom a while to respond to the breathing therapy and the meds, which really fucked with her clarity. However, mid-week last week, the hospital moved her to their transitional care unit (part rehab but with more medical care than a traditional rehab) and stepped down the heavy steroids to help her breathe. She has been doing much better this week. She is clearheaded, able to talk on the phone, get out of bed, dress herself, and do therapy. She's coming home next week.
Tomorrow, I'm stuck in a day-long training session at work: Priority Setting for Managers. I told my boss that losing a day's worth of productivity right now when we are short staffed and in our busy time of year didn't seem like a priority to me. Didn't get me out the session.
I have much writing I need to start moving on, including several fic exchanges, some poetry for markets that open up again next month (and possibly for my speculative poetry group that meets Monday), a novel proposal package for critique at a con I'm going to in September.
In other news, I just got my first update for the World Fantasy Convention in Calgary this October. Still need to get a new passport so I can actually travel there and back again legally. Any of you guys going to the WFC this year too?