I was immensely saddened to see that Barbaro didn’t make it. Not a total surprise, but still heartbreaking. I’m sure some folks wonder why his owners poured a fortune into saving him, but I completely understand. Almost better than I’d like to. It’s sad that he didn’t get a chance to add a few little Barbaros to the world, but of course he couldn’t be bred in the condition he was in.
I’ve had a roughly four or five day period where I’ve questioned my own breeding. Namely, the wife is in the hospital for the second time in a week, unable to keep liquid, food, or much of anything down. Even water would make her throw up. She’s coming home tonight (her mom is bringing her home after taking over for me at around 6pm tonight; we’d been in the ER since 11:00am) with yet another batch of prescriptions that are supposed to get her back on her feet and working again. At present, I have no idea where my offspring’s well being stands with regard to her ill health and the barrage of medications. I’ve spent much of the day bracing myself for very bad news.
One thing is for sure: the old tale about mood swings during pregnancy ain’t a lie. I’m going to have to find something to do, or friends to hang out with, within a reasonably close driving distance, and soon, or I’m convinced we’re gonna strangle each other with our bare hands. I’ve been advising the guys at Star Trek: Origins, a new fan film being made in Kentucky, but Kentucky is hardly a short drive away. (Though there have been nights recently where I’ve felt like I’d rather be in Kentucky…) Hopefully once we’re both back to normal health and I’m not staying home waiting on her hand and foot around the clock and can actually sleep, there might be some equilibrium restored. God, I hope so. If I can survive this, I’d like to think it’ll be a while before the kid can do anything to try my patience near as much. I’ve tried at all times to be understanding and compassionate, but I can only take so much abuse in return.
For some reason, Livejournal didn’t receive an entry I posted early this morning during one such sleepless interval, so here’s a link to it if you didn’t catch it. Why that happened, I’ve no idea. It’s kinda disjointed anyway, so maybe you folks are better off in that universe where the last entry was the picture of Oberon and Othello curled up asleep. To make it up to you, here’s a picture of all three of them, just moments ago, keeping the bed warm for Jan before she comes home.
I miss sleep.
(Reposting to make sure LJ crosspost still works.)
be in Kentucky…) Hopefully once we’re both back to normal health and I’m not staying home waiting on her hand and foot around the clock and can actually sleep, there might be some equilibrium restored. God, I hope so. If I can survive this, I’d like to think it’ll be a while before the kid can do anything to try my patience near as much. I’ve tried at all times to be understanding and compassionate, but I can only take so much abuse in return.
Congratulations on the baby!!!!!!
Your Cousin
Dana