Rachael Herron

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Wednesday Update

Don’t really know what to write about. Mom’s still in the hospital, and they’re still trying to figure out what’s going on with her. We are sad. Sometimes my chest just hurts with all the sad and worry. You know? Even sadder, I had bronchitis this past weekend, so I couldn’t go to see her this week, couldn’t risk exposing her. I hated being so far away from her. But I rested as well as I know how, and now it’s back to my work week. I’ll get to go see her this weekend for at least three days, so that will be something.

So frustrating. I know they’re doing all they can, but the wheels move so slowly, don’t they? There are so many things in life we can cantrol. And so many we can’t.

Meantime, though, here’s a tiny dog on the floorboard of my car:

Footwellmissid

There could be one on your floorboard. You should check. They’re easy to miss (Miss IDAHO, that is!).

Suitcase

For my local friends and readers: Does anyone have a BIG suitcase that Lala can borrow for her AIDS ride? It should be able to fit all her stuff and a sleeping bag and sleeping roll….

Thanks!

Cough.

What a weird word that is. That’s not what I sound like. No sissy little coff for me. No, I sound more like *QKOOOOH quuuoooohh quuuooohhhh. Pft."

I have read the whole internets. All of them. And there is nothing left of Ravelry for me to discover. Why aren’t you writing more? I should comment more, but instead I find myself playing card games, a surefire way of knowing I’m sick. Not like the constant coughing and fever wouldn’t tell me. I just HAD the flu. This is ridiculous.

And man, am I bummed. I was hoping to go to take care of the little mama tomorrow on my weekend, but I’m too sick to go. I wouldn’t dare expose her to this. I feel like I’m letting her down. (She’s doing a tiny bit better, but is still in the hospital with no date for release yet…..) Bethany, who was with me last week, is sick, too. Whatever germs that hospital had were doozies, knocked us on our asses. Christy is going down tomorrow, so there will be one daughter with her, which is good since Dad has to leave town for a couple of days, but I wish I were going to be there, too. Blast it.

Heat wave here. I’ve been at work during all daylight hours (and quite a few of the night hours, too), so I wouldn’t know about the heat, but Lala sent me a picture of Our Cat Digit today in which you can almost see the heat waves rising:

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    We do not do heat.

Edited to add: I was just preparing to play another computer card game. I found myself staring at the screen. I don’t remember how to play this. How do I start? Then I realized I was staring at the calculator.

Back North

Oh, this is hard. It’s hard, being back up north, so far from the little mama, who’s still so sick. She’s moving hospitals today and going in for a kidney biopsy.

But a girl’s gotta work. I just feel so helpless. It’s like watching out a plane window. I know I can’t help steer the plane, can’t tell the pilot if he’s getting too close to another plane, but I still need to be there, at the window, watching. Just in case. I feel like I’ve been seated in the middle seat of a jumbo jet and I can’t see out the window. Hate this feeling.

But oh, you darlings. I’ve received the BEST EMAILS this week. I feel such support, and love, and prayers. (I told Mom about the prayers coming in for her, from all around the world, and her face was surprised, and then she beamed. It was gorgeous.) Each email is like food to my soul, and even if I don’t respond, know that I am incredibly moved by everything you’ve all shared with me this week.

I am so lucky to have so much support. I love my job. For many, many reasons, I love my job. They support me so much. From my bosses and management, to my peers (I got good, big bear hugs from coworkers and management alike today), to my friends (that’s YOU!), it makes this time easier.

And because you’re so good, I’ll reward you with a sneak peek at the Little Mama sweater I finished at her bedside this week:

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Es compleeet! More pics soon. Or kinda soon. When I can. You understand.