you look like Linda Evangelista.
You’re a model.
you look like Linda Evangelista.
You’re a model.
I remember reading in Tina Fey’s autobiography about her slow realization that the gay men in her life were actual humans with emotions, wants, and needs in place of sexless floating entities there for her entertainment. Continue reading People Different Than You Have Sex
This is the third in a series about being a caregiver for better or worse as a man in his late 20s. It’s to raise money for my mother who isn’t doing too hot after a lengthy stint in the hospital that probably shouldn’t have ended quite yet. Check out that link here: http://gofundme.com/HurtByUSHealthcare
A year ago a went from living part time in Atlanta and part time with my parents to living full time with my parents. My social life took a hit because how do friends work? But that is for a later post. This post is one of those sad ones that hurts to type out.
I have failed. And, I have to be ok with failing. Part of my failure is that losing my job caused the household income to drop by more than half. But instead of using my extra time to help out more, I fell into a depression I’m still struggling with.
I can’t help but think that I could have done something to keep my mother out of the hospital this last time.
Here’s a hospital street cat before I get anymore depressing:
This is the second in a series about being a caregiver for better or worse as a man in his late 20s. It’s to raise money for my mother who isn’t doing too hot after a lengthy stint in the hospital that probably shouldn’t have ended quite yet. Check out that link here: http://gofundme.com/HurtByUSHealthcare
My mom and I recently spent a long time in the hospital. She also hates when I take picture of her because she lacks a thyroid and, thusly, doesn’t really have a metabolism.
So, I added some stickers on the photos and added some pictures of cats–both ours and some of the street cats around the hospital–because everyone loves cats.
Also, there is a colony of kittens around the hospital. But, that’s a different story.
The important part is that my mom actually spent much of her life caring for other people. As a YMCA director, as the campaign manager for our little cousin with terminal leukemia, and even yesterday as she demanded I go donate clothes to Goodwill.
So, go forth and re-blog/share this link. No one in our family has caught a break for the past handful of years. Maybe help me make one for her? Continue reading A different approach to dealing with illness that isn’t going away.
This is the first in a series about being a caregiver for better or worse as a man in his late 20s. It’s to raise money for my mother who isn’t doing too hot after a lengthy stint in the hospital that probably shouldn’t have ended quite yet. Check out that link here: http://gofundme.com/HurtByUSHealthcare
You know that episode of Roseanne? The one before the show gets crazy? The one where Dan has a heart attack at Darlene’s wedding?
That’s what I always pictured when a matriarch or patriarch takes a fall from health. The family gathering around in the waiting room hoping for the best kind of result.
And, in a way, that’s how it was when my mother had a heart attack an hour after I got home from the last day of my junior year of high school. She had a minor heart attack followed by an induced one at the hospital. She was diagnosed with congestive heart failure. Life went on. We moved to a house with a pool. Times seemed good. Continue reading Living in a hospital. And being a guilty caregiver.
The following post was written (obviously) in January as a abortive New Years resolutions goals post. I have accomplished 1 and 1/2 of these and it is about 2 quarters through the year, Not one. Predicting this, I attempted to make the goals easy. I’m good at life.
It’s closer to the end of January than the beginning. And, that’s how I like these posts. Resolutions are stupid. Unfortunately, the calendar year is just so damn convenient or organize things around.
As to not even try and think on the unachievable, huge, life changing goals, I’ve decided to focus on only the first quarter of 2017.
So, here I am writing up my my short term goals for the quarter. Here’s the list and I’ll come back for a post I’ll keep updated on each.
If you’ve made it this far, you deserve to know that I accomplished #3 because that just happens naturally over time. I also read the Grant Morrison run on New X-Men (again), so that gets a half.
It pains me to shift back into a mode of adultolescence after a nice 2 year run of solid adulting. I was a really good run.
I had bills. I had friends. I would even go out after work for happy hour drinks.
Now, I’m sitting at my desk in South GA after work wondering if I should continue to reorganize my finances or pay to renew the premium account I used to have on WordPress.com. Thanks to a new app, I’m actually locked into getting my financial shit together. I’ll write up a review about that later (probably not).
It may, or may not, shock you that I had a hard time shifting into full gear adulting after college. I even went back for Fall ’13 to (shhhh, don’t tell) finish up my degree program. I’ve had above-average employment since the week after I initially graduated winter ’11. Then, I spent 2 years living with my parents to “save” money. Instead I blew it on trips to visit friends and saved something like negative 20,000 dollars thanks to the victory lap to my victory lap at college.
Here’s the thing, though. After all is said and done, I’m really OK. I made the correct choice to both get my finances in order and help take care of disabled (but trying harder than ever) mother while also assisting with her and my step-father’s recent troubles due to recent job changes on his end.
I did the right thing for once and, dammit, that’s better than OK.
And, you know what? I’m more content and less stressed than I’ve been since graduating high school. I did the right thing for once and, dammit, that’s better than OK. It’s rather grand. I have a boss that enjoys working with me enough to accommodate me. The expensive apartment I was a week away from moving into was overly-accommodating.
I made the decision very, very last minute. On paper, I could just pull it off. But, really, I would be being selfish and living paycheck to paycheck (too adulting in the Roseanne sense for me even though I had convinced myself I had it down). So, that was a month ago. I made the calls. Got (sort of) my utility deposits back and let the existential dread kick in.
But, now that that’s mostly gone, I just have to figure out how meeting people works in small towns like this one. I’ll more than likely actually write a post chronicling that affair.