sunday

I went to mom and dads house today.
When I was there a week or so ago I had taken some pictures of the squirrels and red birds in
their back yard. Mom asked me to. She wanted a grouping of pictures of them. I developed the pictures and had them framed yesterday. So I wanted to give them to her.
She liked them. She said she wants to hang them on her bedroom wall........ She asked me to try to get a picture of  "Junior" the chipmunk that lives in a tree trunk outside her bedroom window. :O

Mom still isn't feeling well.
She was recently treated for a urinary tract infection, and started treatment this past Friday, again for the same thing. Medications scare her. She doesn't like taking them. She didn't take her antibiotic today as ordered. I talked to her about it......educated her........she made the decision to take it even though she was certain it caused heart palpitations and nausea last time she took it.
I distracted her after she took the medication in hopes she wouldn't become anxious from thinking the pill was going to harm her. She did fine. I think she will continue to take the medication the way it was prescribed now that she knows it won't kill her. :O)
While I was talking to mom, dad was in his back yard removing a fucking honeysuckle stump.
Mom was talking about him.She said  he looks tired this last year. "He's a good guy. He's a sweet person. He comes in the bedroom every night to kiss me good night and to tell me he loves me."
They argue. I don't remember them arguing very often when I was a child. Now it seems like they argue a lot. Dad will say the grass is green, mom will argue it's blue. The next day dad will say the grass is blue and mom will argue it's green. Why they argue so much is beyond me. But what I do know is that they love, respect, and take care of each other. For that I am grateful.

I dread work tomorrow.
One of my supervisors has been hostile towards me.
I'm not sure if she's been treating others the same way.
I take it personal because I don't know any other way to take it. It fills me with dread and anxiety.
To make matters worse the new unit is impossible. So everyday I fail...........................and to make matters even worse I'm working with a guy who hates me from an incident 5, 6, or 7 years ago that I really don't remember. But he says I gave him the okay to go home sick and then reported the next day that he left without permission and he was suspended for 3 days. I'm certain that's not how things happened...........................but he's carrying around resentment and contempt for me and is going out of his way to make my life difficult. He told me so Friday.
I know you aren't supposed to cry at work.
I haven't cried since I quit smoking 2 or three years ago.
But Friday the scheduler/stock person stopped and asked how I was doing. I wish she hadn't. Because that's all it took for the  tears to start flowing.
She steered me to the medication room and queer as it sounds pulled me to her and held me while I cried. lol (even though it's not funny)......................
I worry about mom.
Things have kind of been going to hell with boyfriend.
Work has become impossible.
Life can really suck some of the time......................................but it will be okay......because things have a way of working out.......................and I have Mr. Bojangles!