reflect daily in a 'one sentence' journal

My dad went back to the hospital last night for pain control but luckily it looks like the plan is working.

A hospital bed in the house is just so…permanent.

Things are crazy around here, but doing the best I can.

I just stumbled upon a web site article about worst moments for a windows fail box to appear and at the bottom of the article was a link to what I believe to be child porn (she looked about 12 or 14 to me), so I reported it and feel nauseous and don’t know if I will ever be able to go back to sleep now.

Pretty boring day if you don’t count being in agonizing pain part of the day.

I am in so much pain and I am upset because I don’t think it is my fibromyalgia, but sciatica and I just DO NOT want to have a 2nd back surgery before the age of 30, for the love of everything holy.

It is getting overwhelming all of this family togetherness and being full-time caregivers for my father, who is consistently in need of more diligent care every day.

Christmas this year was very strange: we could not start the day until 12pm; we opened 3/4 of the presents before my dad had to take a nap; my dad wanted to have “serious conversations” (his words) with us about hospital beds, running the estate, and medical power of attorney; and it is 7:15pm and we have yet to finish opening our Christmas presents or look in our stockings or eat Christmas dinner or celebrate my Mom’s birthday (which is today).

Doing all of the Christmas shopping in one night is exhausting and should only be done under extremest of circumstances.

I stayed up all night cleaning and organizing my stuff and finishing projects, the latter especially which is SO unlike me.