I left work a little early – to try and see a colleague in the hospital (one of our favorite men in the office – Tom) who had a minor stroke on Thursday morning. Very scary and unnerving. He does SO much for our company and such a giving person. Well we had our Soup Sensation on Friday (which was nice) but I did miss seeing Tom there and kept thinking about him.
He is a single, older man (been married before) – but because he rides to/from work on his bike, I was concerned where the bike was (was it safe), and things like how HE will be when he gets released? None of these things are my business, but I couldn’t help but worry and wonder how I could help? Well when i got to the hospital, unfortunately they turned me away for visiting (nurse was rude and vague – but no surprise there) and said I could come back in 2 hours… I came back after an hour but still was turned away and unfortunately I had to leave! 🙁 Luckily some of my other colleagues had managed to take Tom his get well cards from the office and his manager was keeping us posted on details he COULD convey (we aren’t family remember, so they limit who they give information to).
Rushed home to feed the animals and let Sammy out (of course he had already had a little accident). I was unaware of the Paris situation – I don’t like to always listen/see the news. So I had decided to try and mentally ‘meditate’ by listening to some old school music and just dance/aerobic around the living room – wasting time before I had to head back to the airport to get Michael. When I had gotten a text/post on FB from a friend and saw some of the memorials for Paris, I stopped myself (mentally). Fear set in. Not for me, but for others. It was Friday the 13th and although I’ve found that this isn’t a ‘bad’ day for me, apparently it was for others. THAT saddened me.
I’ve had some personal stress in my life lately, but comparative it is irrelevant. I wished I could have meditated, danced to the music and wished it all away…
Saturday morning, I took care of some of my stress issues – the car (again) and then went get a massage (for the pinched nerve in my neck/shoulders as well as stomach stress relief) – LIKE this lady! Then went to pick up mom and have her spend the weekend with Michael and I, giving Monette time to herself (?). That was some of my other stress. I couldn’t help but hug mom and liked seeing her smile when she handed me her little over night bag. We, unfortunately didn’t do much, which I regret/hate – but between the car and Michael’s and my upcoming trip I’m BROKE. She is always so sweet and made us tortilla’s (love) and I made fried fish so we had fish tacos. It was nice to just sit and look at some shows and just talk too.
Sunday, she and I went to get my daughter and then go get our nails done. Mom didn’t want to get hers done, but it was cute to see the nail ladies ask if she was my mom? And, of course when she asked how old, “83” they immediately went into to their Vietnamese chatter and said, “what? NO, she looks too good to be 83” LOL We love always hearing that and it’s true! Mom proudly told them, “Yes, I’m 83, that is my daughter and my beautiful grand daughter”…
Eventually Anais and I drove grandma home, they gave each other big hugs and a kiss and Anais asked if she could stay the night and spend a little more time with me before our trip on Wednesday. I would NEVER say no to that!!