Challenges
If it seems that the blog has been a bit sporadic lately, it is because there have been a number of things going on that I'm not sure how to talk about.
Almost every one of my immediate co-workers has been dealing with some huge hospital-related event. My married co-workers' twins were born very prematurely, and have been in the intensive care unit for a month and a half. Another co-worker's wife broke her collar-bone and needed surgery. My intern had to have surgery, and my assistant's father was admitted to the hospital.
These are not my distant colleagues. This is the team of people with whom I work every single day.
Of course, this did not happen at a slow time. Oh no. We've been swamped with work, and are trying desperately to balance the huge workload with the Serious Life Stuff that we're in the midst of. Each of these challenges puts more pressure on the team. We just keep "pushing through" but I wonder how much more we can absorb.
Robb and I have had intense head-colds that have lasted more than a week, so I'm at work, propped up on cold medicine and being really, really stupid. Darn that "show must go on" ethic, anyway.
My dad and stepmother made the decision to move him from home to the hospital. I know this is the right decision, but it is really scary.
So, if I owe you a telephone call, or a reply to your email, please understand that I may just not have had the energy. I've been doing only the most necessary tasks. (I even skipped the annual Chinese New Year's Treasure Hunt this year.)
Almost every one of my immediate co-workers has been dealing with some huge hospital-related event. My married co-workers' twins were born very prematurely, and have been in the intensive care unit for a month and a half. Another co-worker's wife broke her collar-bone and needed surgery. My intern had to have surgery, and my assistant's father was admitted to the hospital.
These are not my distant colleagues. This is the team of people with whom I work every single day.
Of course, this did not happen at a slow time. Oh no. We've been swamped with work, and are trying desperately to balance the huge workload with the Serious Life Stuff that we're in the midst of. Each of these challenges puts more pressure on the team. We just keep "pushing through" but I wonder how much more we can absorb.
Robb and I have had intense head-colds that have lasted more than a week, so I'm at work, propped up on cold medicine and being really, really stupid. Darn that "show must go on" ethic, anyway.
My dad and stepmother made the decision to move him from home to the hospital. I know this is the right decision, but it is really scary.
So, if I owe you a telephone call, or a reply to your email, please understand that I may just not have had the energy. I've been doing only the most necessary tasks. (I even skipped the annual Chinese New Year's Treasure Hunt this year.)
Comments
If your Dad is going into the hospital, he will recieve better care at what ever point he is at, and it will be a huge relief, (physically if not emotionally) for whom ever is there helping to take care of him. Constant professional care will help him to feel better, even if he can't possibly recover.
We are eating our way thru many, many large (20 of them, at around 40 pounds each) pumpkins here. If you were local I'd give you a pumpkin pie. Are you guys eating anough fresh fruits and stuff?
All the cooking helps to heat the house as well. I am planning a massive garden for this year. The seriously bad news reports, and fear of "the looming depression" invokes stories my parents told me about when they were growing up in the 1920's- 30's. This is the year we loose the yard to the garden, I think. I'll think about you guys as I plan the veggie garden this spring.
Things will get better for the both of you. I cant say when, but it WILL happen. If your world goes completely kaput out there in La La California land, you can always come here to Pennsylvania, and we will feed you both pumpkin pie till you puke.
Annalisa
Change WILL come. It is the one constant. In the meantime, let us keep the faith for you and take care of only the neccesities.
Hugs and kisses and lots of love,
G
-- Ryan
Hugs to you both.
~~Doublesaj--who's feeling guilty for resending that email to you when I didn't get a response. . .
In fact I owe many friends phone calls, so maybe it's just because I'm a jerk.
If the show doesn't go on, nine hundred angry ticket holders will have a thing or two to say, and I'll be out of a job.