Thanks, Amy
I am sitting in an MRI place in Winter Park while Keith gets one of his last follow up appointments done. This one has been dreaded for over a week and I'm just so glad that it will soon be over for him.
Keith is doing much better. His stiches are out, his hand is feeling pretty good, and he is pretty much done with doctor's visits at this point. He still has the cast and is occasionally dizzy and nauseous (probably residual effects from his concussion... or a reaction to his new medication), but overall is much better.
Here's another reason not to feel bad for us anymore... I got a new job!! Yahoo! I don't start for several weeks (which is good because we have to find a day care for you know who), but I'm very excited and happy.
I will be working for a local hospital as a counselor to teens in high risk high schools. I'm really happy to get back into counseling and very very happy because this is a significant pay increase. We will finally have some financially security and will be able to eventually get a new car, travel, maybe even buy furniture one day.
So, just wanted to check in and share the good news. We are doing much better than we were a week ago, or a month ago.
I don't know how working full time will effect blogging, but I'm going to try to keep up with it.
All I can say is I'm so glad Amy got a new job, because I know that that aligned the planets for me to get one, too.
In case you were wondering...
OK, if Amy and I truly live parallel lives, then I don't even want to know what her week's been like. Because ours has been hell.
Tuesday night (in the middle of the night), Keith accidentally fell (long story) and broke his hand, split his lip, busted his chin open and got a concussion. He and I spent the rest of the night in the ER while his mom came to our house to go on Jack Duty.
Keith is doing ok, but is obviously not feeling good and in pain. We are all exhausted and out of sorts.
In the middle of all of this, I had three job interviews in three days, which proved to be overwhelming, but seemed to be something good to focus on in the middle of Keith's hell. Well, those happy feelings quickly ended when I got a call on Friday afternoon from someone telling me that I didn't get the job that I really wanted.
Hmmm.
In the middle of all of this, guess who knocked on our door. A Jehovah's Witness. Now, we all know how I feel about them coming to my door to talk to me about God, but, boy was that ever the worst timing. That woman found out exactly how I felt about what she was doing and I highly doubt that she will be coming back. This isn't really the time to talk to me about God.
Quick recap of the summer:
Haven't gotten a new job yet... didn't get the one I really wanted. Really, the least of the problems, but dissapointing nonetheless.
Keith has several bad injuries from a bad fall. This is very bad.
Other close family members with their own issues. Bad as well.
Oh, yeah, AND MY MOM DIED.
Don't feel too bad for us though...
Keith's doctors have been great and medical care has actually gone really well, which has been a great surprise.
I'm still married to the best man in the world and the mom of the best little boy in the world.
I guess it could be worse (but hopefully it won't GET worse).
Check in
I have a few minutes while Keith bathes Jack and I thought I'd check in and say that we are having a great week. The "Bottle Fairy" came on Saturday night and took all of Jack's bottles to give to little babies and he's doing... well, he's adjusting. He does not like or want to drink from a cup, but he's dealing with it. Despite that major change for him, he's been in great spirits and very fun lately.
The job search plot thickens. I've been on one interview for a job that seems easy enough and pays fairly well for the mental health field (which means we might be able to get a newer car- oh and summers off) and I have another interview for a different job next week. So... I'm excited.
I'm hoping at least one of them pans out.
Speaking of jobs, a big congratulations goes out to one of my favorite people and my "parallel lifer", Amy, who is now officially a high school English teacher... she will excell wonderfully at this. I'm really happy for her. We have been saying for ten years now that we live parallel lives because things (and by things, I really mean, major life changes) always seem to happen to us at the same time, or in the same order... very strange. Keith pointed out that if SHE got a new job, and we live parallel lives, then it must mean my turn is coming soon... so, we'll see...
Anyway, like in the last email, emotionally, things are still hard sometimes, but I feel like I'm in the middle of a good streak, and I intend to ride it out as long as it lasts. Hope everyone else is having a good week.
It's almost been a month since my mom died.
I actually tried to get on and blog a bit the other day, but the computer wouldn't let me. Ugh.
First of all, THANK YOU to all of you for your support. I have received either a card, phone call, email, or flowers from just about every person I know and it has really meant a lot. I have learned that I really appreciate things like cards when someone I love has died. This means that I will be way more thoughtful (and send a card at least ) to others when things like this happen to them.
I am doing ok. Some days are fine and some days are fine for several in a row. Other days are not. Some days I feel sad like I've never felt sadness before. It sounds very dramatic and tragic, but it's true. This is not the first sad thing that's happened to me, but I think it's the worst.
Like it or not, things are moving on. Jack's second birthday is in a month. I am continuing to look for a new job. The carpet is continuing to need to be vaccuumed. There is still a little boy to take care of, dishes to wash, cars to fix, etc, etc.
I think what Keith and I both really need is some fun. Unfortunately, there's just not much time for it. School starts soon here and that means our jobs are about to get crazy again and we still have to figure out if we can continue to run our after school business if I get a new job. We did get to go to Carraba's last week (thank you, Amy... that was one of the best things anyone could have done for us) and that was really, really good. Not just the food, which of course, was good, but being together and relaxing for an hour.
Anyway, just wanted to check in and let everyone know how much I appreciate them thinking of me and my family. I'll write more again soon.
