Tonight's picture was taken on December 11, 2008. Mattie was still recovering from surgery and as you can see his left arm was still in a cast. Despite how he was feeling, Mattie tried his best to be up, playing, and engaging with me and Peter. Though we definitely had many down and moments, some of which I never even described on the blog. Even if I had, my words couldn't possible paint the reality we were living with on a day to day basis.
Quote of the day: Today's coronavirus update from Johns Hopkins.
- Number of people diagnosed with the virus: 48,988,223
- Number of people who died from the virus: 787,678
Another day in paradise. I feel like I am trying to pack the ocean, and failing miserably. Last night I went to bed and at 1am woke up with my eyes and head killing me. I immediately got up to take a migraine rescue medication. I finally fell back asleep at 2am, and then at 5am my mom's alert went off. I honestly did not know what hit me. I dragged myself out of bed at 6am and began my day.
While my dad's caregiver was here, I began packing my dad's bathroom and linen closet. Going through the closet, I found some expired medications, tylenol, and advil. I started making a garbage and donation pile. My one of many piles. Don't you know my dad's caregiver began to tell me that my garbage pill wasn't actually garbage. That it can be donated. I listened, but there is NO way I am donating expired medications to anyone. I mention this because in the midst of juggling a lot of stress, I do not do well with background commentary. NOT AT ALL.
We had a 1pm appointment at the Bank of America. As I needed to be added to my parent's accounts. Though I thought I was already on them, I found that I am not, and ONLY one person and one bank location could help us with this request. When we arrived at this bank branch today, it was a zoo. I mean a line out the door. I pushed my way through and explained that I had an appointment. Nonetheless it wasn't clear how the banker would know I was there in this chaos. My mom and I were told to sit in the waiting area and someone would call us. I THINK NOT! I literally went walking from one banker's office to the next until I found Kenneth. By the time I found him, I said I deserved a carrot at the end of this maze. Kenneth was a peach. Not only did he help us, but he even allowed me to go from the office out to the car to get my dad's signature on things, so I did not have to take him into the bank. My mom also had a coffee can filled with coins that she wanted converted to dollars. Banks do not have those CoinStar machines, like in grocery stores. So instead, Kenneth handed up sleeves for us to put the coins in. While he was working on our paperwork, my mom and I were shoving coins into sleeves. Don't you know that even Kenneth got into the process, and was assisting us stuffing coins into sleeves. Really unheard of to me, just a wonderful and costumer service oriented person. A person I would love to clone.
Later in the day, we went to Paty's. A local restaurant near my parent's home. In a way, I refer to it as Cheers. The restaurant has daily regulars. Given my dad's multiple issues, Paty's is an excellent place for him to dine. All the managers at the restaurant know my parents. I have been there with them enough, that I know all the managers, most of the wait staff, and even recognize the regular customers. Today we told the managers that my parents are moving next week. They were stunned and saddened to be losing such good customers. I personally do not like moving, change, or good-byes. My parents have been living in Los Angeles for 37 years. It seems like a lifetime ago when they moved out here, and of course LA has many perks. Starting foremost with its incredible weather. I have been here since November 18, and haven't had one cloudy day. NO greyness and NO rain. Remarkable, in comparison to the Washington, DC area at this time of year. I do believe that the weather change, along with other things will be difficult for my parents to adjust to, and frankly between managing my own move and theirs, I am worn out.
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