September 29
From my brain
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2008
Me 14:21, 29 September 2008 (EDT)
My favorite line of "Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain!" is back to "Pay no attention the man under the white linen sheet!" Yup, it was TheBoy's turn yesterday, and it's mine today. Stomach flu is back in full effect.
I passed out around 7:30 after calling in to my boss. Woke at 9:30 as Wifey said people were flooding the distribution list about popcorn pickups (only had 5 show up over the weekend). I showed her the Google Group where I'm coordinating it all, and she's worked with it since then. Then, I went back upstairs and slept until 12:30 (with a couple incidents of the kids coming in / screaming).
At least the nausea isn't as bad. I'm actually kinda hungry. Granted unless the Immodium kicks in, it's not like it'll stay in me for long (sorry for the TMI).
2006
Me 21:28, September 29 2006 (EDT)
I can't make this blog entry tonight because I'm at Dad's house and don't remember my PW for the blogsite. So, I'll just e-mail to myself and repost it later.
We arrived safe and sound last night, albeit at 11pm. We got a really late start, and then still stopped for dinner. Was a nice trip, and Wifey and I had a lot to talk about.
My youngest brother was already at Dad's, and was in the process of making a sauce he'd picked up from the restaurant he works at. My little brother was a bit of a punk in high school, but he really got hooked onto cooking, and has since graduated from culinary school. School then placed him at a restaurant -- at the Ritz-Carlton in Sarasota, FL -- where he's well on his way to becoming a very good chef.
Dad took Brother Chef back to his mom's house (as that's where he'd be staying), and Wifey and I headed to bed. I was exhausted, and I knew Dad had to get back to work early. I half-chickened out then about discussing what was going on for the wedding (were my two other brothers in the wedding or not?).
Dad had mentioned that tonight was the rehearsal at the church and that afterwards he was "going out to dinner". It was kind of cryptic. Didn't say he was going to the rehearsal dinner, but I can only assume that's what was going on. He said the rest of the family was getting together at Nana's tonight, so we should go there.
Dad headed to work early, and then once Wifey and I got ready, we headed to breakfast / lunch at Denny's in downtown Batavia. Being back home, I was kind of up for a drive through my old memories, and I really wanted some apples and cider from an area orchard I knew and loved. Also, as TheBoy is in school now, I wanted to possibly visit or at least drive by the schools I attended and perhaps see a teacher or two.
We ended up doing both. The apples were every bit as tasty as I remembered, and just had that thing of a food item you group up with as compared to what you can get wherever you live that's not where you grew up.
I had a great visit with two of my favorite teachers. One was my sixth grade teacher -- Mr. Vogt. The other was my Spanish teacher, Sra. Biano. Both were happy to see me, and commented on how much they like to see students back. I was also happy to finally be able to tell Mr. Vogt how much he helped me with that one phrase about straightening out.
We made are way after that back to Nana's (after a short stop at a local ice cream shop). The visit was...awkard...from the start. I felt like the whole family was wondering if I was going to be upset once I found out the answer to my question...if I knew or not besides.
- Wifey (regarding one of my brother's best friends): Oh, so is S. going to be in the wedding, the best man?
- My Aunt: Oh no. Chef Brother is the best man.
- Wifey: Oh, so is Special Brother going to be in the wedding to?
- Aunt: Yeah, I think so, [to me] your dad said he was I think.
Thus began my downward spiral. I have a very vague recollection of the conversations from that point on. Nana's wonderous chicken soup seemed bland. The other food was sustainance. I wasn't really there.
I am numb right now. I haven't fell this numb since my very first diagnosis day. It's an emptyness that I can't describe more than that.
Dad may or may not be home tonight before I got to bed. Between now and when it's time for the wedding, I will have the talk with him. What did I do wrong? Have I ever done anything to not make them feel like my brothers? Have I ever done anything to make them feel like they were outside?
I'm going to wait up as long as I can. I'm tired, but I don't think I'd do much more than toss and turn right now.
