For my nurse to get here to change the dressing around the picc line so I thought I’d jump on here for a bit.
I have the LOUDEST upstairs neighbor in the world. 24/7/365 the noise just doesn’t stop. It’s sounds like the ufc lives above me …… And bowling balls, lots of bowling balls.
He’s also the brother of the Uber famous quarterback who was the only person to be the first round draft pick in both football AND baseball. His uncle plays pro football and another, pro baseball. We have to forgive this dude the noise, I think he’s trying to become a pro bowler.
As a side note, here is why I love social media. I’m friends with a Senator, Anne Rice’s son and assistant and a famous tv producer ( you’d know and easily recognize the show he’s working in now) and by friends I mean that we Dm each other and chat and not in a weird way. We talk life and death and religion and politics. I love that so much. I never ever ask stupid fan girl questions and never linger over a mention of someone famous. My own book will be published when the slow and steady work allows and my documentary is kind of at a standstill with the massive Covid bullshit. But I have plans to travel to Montana, of all places, to interview a subject and an editor when I can. It takes forever for this but I think that’s why I love them. So much dedication is required that they can’t help but feel like a kind of love affair no matter the storyline.
Psycho Bob lives in Texas. What are the odds of that? Makes my stomach churn just thinking about it. I have to steel myself for that interaction. Another one lives 10 miles from where I live now. He’s a nurse at a hospital I’ve been admitted to. Thank God I didn’t have to confront a situation where he was MY nurse. But it’s strange how life works. So close. So sickening. So much work I need to do to still.
My dog, Maggie, will be being put to sleep on Saturday.?the YM will drive down to go with my husband and Joshua. I can not go. 17 years is a good life well lived and well lived. My heart is aching. Pets add so much joy and the loss feels enormous.
See ya when I see ya,
Me
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