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My aunt Evelyn was sent to the hospital and then to an assisted living facility...I don't have any more info :(
May 14th, 2008
February 21st, 2008
I was having a nice dinner with Don at the Sony Metreon across the street from the Moscone Center where this conference is. Food was good. Iced tea was nice and plain and not some horrid flavor.
But I started crying and could not stop!
Not normal.
Now I'm resting comfortably but I should have been asleep hours ago. Tomorrow is the last day Don gets to hear these talks and I need to get up early to beat the traffic. And I don't see how I can. I'm exhausted. I love helping Don get around but I lost my cane and that is a problemo cos my knee (I've got to do something about that knee) gives out once in awhile with no warning. And, of course, conferences get me butting up against my nemesis -- fluorescent lights. I can't tell people why I'm slowly getting sicker; they'll think I'm from Mars. But I'm one of the subset of lupus patients that is so intolerant to UV that even fluorescents zap me. It's been raining here and I should use the umbrella INDOORS. But then some busybody will call the men in white coats and I'll get to stay in the room with the padded walls...
Where IS that damn cane. I had the cognitive impairment full force yesterday and must have left it in five places, but Don kept helping me remember it and so I think it did make it back here. But NOW where did it go??? I can't afford a new one, natch. Story of my life: "I can't afford..."
Capitalism. I didn't invent it.
Well, I'm going to get him to the last day of this stuff dammit. And then I will SLEEP. And then we will have some free time Saturday. And that will be fun. And then I will SLEEP again. And then we will go home Sunday. And then I will really sleep!
P.S. I will try and remember to rant tomorrow, but just so you know, I HATE T Mobile. And I need to find out how small claims court works.
P.P.S. I've been in touch with old classmates. This is stirring up memories of my entire past life. Not sure I need that. But it's been good to reconnect with some pleasant people. It's been interesting to be rejected by some I had once thought were so caring of me. I wonder if I EVER had a clue about who my friends really were and who were not.
I feel badly that one former classmate, Randy, who I've learned has accomplished a great deal in his life and who also has a wonderful family, is dealing with pancreatic cancer. Like Hellen's liver cancer, this is another tough one. I'd give him my pancreas and her my liver, if I could. (I don't need them. I seem to be some sort of airarian).
Anyway, prayers please, please.
But I started crying and could not stop!
Not normal.
Now I'm resting comfortably but I should have been asleep hours ago. Tomorrow is the last day Don gets to hear these talks and I need to get up early to beat the traffic. And I don't see how I can. I'm exhausted. I love helping Don get around but I lost my cane and that is a problemo cos my knee (I've got to do something about that knee) gives out once in awhile with no warning. And, of course, conferences get me butting up against my nemesis -- fluorescent lights. I can't tell people why I'm slowly getting sicker; they'll think I'm from Mars. But I'm one of the subset of lupus patients that is so intolerant to UV that even fluorescents zap me. It's been raining here and I should use the umbrella INDOORS. But then some busybody will call the men in white coats and I'll get to stay in the room with the padded walls...
Where IS that damn cane. I had the cognitive impairment full force yesterday and must have left it in five places, but Don kept helping me remember it and so I think it did make it back here. But NOW where did it go??? I can't afford a new one, natch. Story of my life: "I can't afford..."
Capitalism. I didn't invent it.
Well, I'm going to get him to the last day of this stuff dammit. And then I will SLEEP. And then we will have some free time Saturday. And that will be fun. And then I will SLEEP again. And then we will go home Sunday. And then I will really sleep!
P.S. I will try and remember to rant tomorrow, but just so you know, I HATE T Mobile. And I need to find out how small claims court works.
P.P.S. I've been in touch with old classmates. This is stirring up memories of my entire past life. Not sure I need that. But it's been good to reconnect with some pleasant people. It's been interesting to be rejected by some I had once thought were so caring of me. I wonder if I EVER had a clue about who my friends really were and who were not.
I feel badly that one former classmate, Randy, who I've learned has accomplished a great deal in his life and who also has a wonderful family, is dealing with pancreatic cancer. Like Hellen's liver cancer, this is another tough one. I'd give him my pancreas and her my liver, if I could. (I don't need them. I seem to be some sort of airarian).
Anyway, prayers please, please.