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I am in trouble. Got the sheriff called on me, again, by my own mom! Did I mention, again? This time no going along with the fine gents in uniforms. A call. My brother called them, actually, but for my mother. So, knowing what I do, that he didn't really want to talk to me... maybe yell at me... I just called my mom. Ah-ha. Yep. And, it wasn't "just because", if that would have been reasonable. Arrived five minutes after I woke. Ugh... He let me use his phone. For which my mother had me send a God bless, and for which I greatly thanked on my own accord.
She is in the hospital. At first they worried it was covid. Nope. Blood clots. On the lesser first x-ray, they found... many. On the high-powered, they found many more. Her doc says she wasn't sure she could save my mom, after seeing it all. One more day, she said, and... my mom wouldn't have awaken from a nap. Better, but still in. Going home tomorrow.
Hmm... I may call my brother, as soon as a phone comes available. I wont' ask for a loan, I will ask for $100. I am buried in loans, and expenses. And, just to get a phone and the line going again. However, if I ever get ahead, I will repay... I just don't want to say I will when I really don't know when. It might be a while. Getting into rabbits was a lot more expensive than I thought. As well, losing a cell phone has been murderously expensive. A few other things have all added to a financial disaster. Then again, I don't think I am alone in this. At least I have kept up on mortgage and auto. And I haven't had to literally starve, if going hungry sometimes is... but then, some of that is due to incapacity. Anyway, I'll see if he will, then keep up on my mom a bit better.
Oh, she said my last lady friend called. She didn't catch the number, and her phone is not doing well. I think, with everyone home, the carriers are getting their lines and systems taxed so beyond their capacity that they don't do right, always. Not a complaint. They weren't built for 150% percent of constant customer use. They were built for 33%, and probably at peak. It's... business, practicality, and some other things. It's just how it's done. But, now, it's... woefully inadequate to the times. Still, I'll have to hope to try to call her somehow. Or that she calls my mother back.
I really could use the help. And I would guess she could use... what a man brings to the table and a place. She was reasonable, it's just that full time work was too much. Though, I could see her doing part time, or some such. Just thinking. And, I have an extra vehicle. Stick, too. Yea, you had to know she was a stick girl.
Well... I... need to wake, then... figure some things out. Good morning, afternoon, and day.
So sorry to hear about your mom's troubles. You must be terribly worried. I'll offer prayers and good thoughts.
ReplyDeleteGratefully accepted, Jean.
ReplyDeleteHer name is Gerri, for short. I'll tell no more, or she'll clock me next time we see each other... even should that be in heaven. Women! :p
I’m sorry about your mom, Doomster. I will send her a prayer.
ReplyDeleteThank you. The girl is just having a tough time of it. Prayers will do well.
ReplyDeleteOh, by the way, I tried to visit your site, but was told no. Have you just... gone silent, or more private, for family and sich? Be well.