July 19
From my brain
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2010
Me 18:09, 19 July 2010 (EDT)
This was a very hazy day.
- Woke up kind of late, and the body just did NOT want to move.
- Was running kind of late for school...but made it in before roll call in Ethics.
- Realized that I'd never read the chapter over the weekend...and neither had 95% of the rest of the class (and we almost got a pop quiz as a result).
- Got to the computer lab (for Professional Development), and found out that a guildie who's been ill for sometime had passed away in the early morning.
- Got some of the planning done for the dinner event on Thursday, but felt a bit out of the loop as I'm baking the bread...and everyone else is doing most of the "real cooking".
- In kitchen, my group completely sucks. In addition, I wasn't paying attention to the chicken...and scorched the hell out of the pan. Unpresentable.
- Coming home, I stop at the grocery store, and the car won't start up for a good 10-15 minutes on the way out.
This has NOT been a good day.
Me 18:09, 19 July 2010 (EDT)
Anyone who's been in the guild for longer than a couple years knows Aenelle. He was the first person to drop whatever he was doing to lend a hand if there was even the bare mention of someone asking for assistance. As Yeshe said, while I tried on a couple of occasions to bring him up to the officer ranks, he refused, prefering instead to be where he was at. It was just the kind of person he was...and I never even knew him in real life.
I interacted with him though in real life (via email) on a couple of occasions though, as just before he took ill, he had lost his job. I helped him spruce up his resume, and then passed it on to my company's HR department (so he could keep the Unemployment Office happy). We talked a bit about trying to find for ourselves new niches in the development world, but after awhile I didn't hear from him. It was only much later when Yeshe said to me he'd taken ill that I found out why.
Aenelle -- Mark -- was a great spirit in this guild. He came in during our hay day, and was here to bolster us through our trials. Again, even though I didn't get the chance to meet him in real life, I feel a bit empty with his passing.
Rest in peace Mark.
2007
Me 07:47, 19 July 2007 (EDT)
Had dinner last night with a guildie who was passing through town. He's been with us for well over a year, and is pretty well known amongst us.
All I can really say is that I wish that at 19 I had my head as screwed on straight as he does. Hell, I don't even have my head screwed on that straight now. He has a pretty clear understanding of what he wants to do in life, and is going to school for it all kinds of gung ho.
In other news I'm hoping the raiding debacle is nearing it's end. I really can't put up with it much more. I spend my days looking over options, throwing out ideas, and arguing with Callistana. It's to a point I've given up with editing the audio file purely because I spend the whole day arguing with her in text, I can't go through hearing her yell in the meeting as well.
I through out a panacea last night. Still haven't seen what it came back as. Let's go take a look...
2006
Well, I hope my cholesterol will recover. Turns out that when I was out of my Crestor the other day and grabbed the bottle that was (in the dark) on the dresser, assuming it was my new bottle, I grabbed the remained of TheBoy's Singulair. Now, it's a child's dose, so I don't think I've been breathing any better the last couple of days, but still...I'm an idiot.
2005
Me 18:51, 19, July 2005 (EDT)
Diagnosis Day...this time, it's not mine.
Mom (mine, not in-law) had to check into the hospital on Friday night. Had "female issues" going on (at 59, such things shouldn't be happening). Stayed at Hotel de Hospitale overnight, and then the next afternoon had a small procedure to check out what was going on. Could have been cancer, but was too soon to tell.
Today, soon was passed. It was, and it is.
On the phone with her, I was very straightforward. "Okay, what are they doing? Chemo? Radiation? Okay. Well, we'll find out more from the doctor as time passes." Meanwhile as she tells me this she's falling apart. Basically, they're doing a hysterectomy. No small procedure, but for the type of cancer she has, it's incredahigh no-return/spread rate by doing it.
I must admit, I felt a little callous after the phone call. I was caring and all with it being my mom going through this, but again, I knew this was the best shot at correcting the problem. I realize too that she needs strength right now -- as I did back in the day -- and that she's probably due for more than her share of what I called the "wishy-washy" types. Those are the ones that get all kinds of concerned when they barely even spoke to you before, and also those that break down into tears rather than just showing their support.
I hated being around those people. I tried to stay away from them. Problem was: Mom was ONE of those people during my bout of the Big C. That just means I gotta be double strong around her so she doesn't lapse into that self defeatest mode (Lord knows that my stepfather isn't going to help in that regard).
