Dear Diary Friday, part two....

The parents went to the doctor and they both have raging bronchitis. They are both now on antibiotics and cough syrup. The good news is that my mom has almost worked through hers, so she definetly on the mend.....

Dear Diary Friday...

Well, the day started out with me setting the alarm off in our building and not being able to turn it off! I tried the code 4 different times, nothing worked. I finally let the damn alarm go off for about 30 minutes, went and tried it again and it FINALLY turned off!!! I hate that!

The folks and I are back on speaking terms. I had a very adult and civil conversation with them yesterday and did the whole "what if the tables were turned and you were having to watch me be this sick and miserable, wouldn't you want me to go to the doctor?" which of course they agreed to. I actually believe that they are both doing a bit better, and fighting this illness off, but it would still help for them to go and get some medication. Oh well, what can I do?????

Have you ever been in a situation where you get frustrated because whenever you go out with people (family or friends) it seems like it is up to you to decide what is going to be done, where you will be going, and to plan it out??? When Mom and I were talking last night, she made it clear that she needed to go out on Saturday and get some shopping done. I have a few places I need to go , so not a problem. Then she comes up with, "and maybe we could go running around a bit since we haven't done that in awhile?" which I thought was a great idea so I agreed, and then she comes back with, "well, were do you want to go?" Okay, if you want to go running around, make a decision as to where to go!!!!

Dear Diary Wednesday...

I am much calmer than yesterday and nobody has died.

I went to work today and ended up having an e-mail battle with my bestest friend in the whole world, Tonster. We had some issues we needed to iron out and only Toni and I could argue the way we do and STILL kiss and make up afterwards. We have promised one another never to let things simmer and never to assume what the other person is going through and to let the other person know if they are acting like a distant dumb ass....and that is why I love my Toni, her pure honesty.

After the e-mail war, I continued my work...and it has been insane. Yesterday I took 80 calls and I have no idea how many I took today. I am basically not getting anything else done, but what can you do when the priority is the phones??

I then came home and headed straight for the gym. I put in a fantastic work out and felt great. I am now home and hanging out in my den.....avoiding the parents. I have decided that if I can't say anything nice to them, I need to stay away from them. And honestly, right now, I have nothing nice to say. My opinion is that their lack of caring for their health is a slap in the face to me in many ways, and I think that is why I finally blew yesterday. I can't take care of them if they aren't willing to put in some effort on their own. Therefore, I am taking back my time and my life until I see some change on their part. I think this decision is the basis for what has helped me have a better attitude today. That and Toni telling me to pull my head out of my ass....thanks again Tonster.

Positive thought for the day: Sometimes you need to let the anger out to allow yourself to heal.

Best feeling in the world: Hearing a compliment about you that you were not suppose to hear.

Dear Diary Tuesday...

I am doing better but the folks are doing worse. And do you know what the best part of that is? They are so unbelievably stubborn that they will not go to the doctor. So, after going to my weight in and then doing some grocery shopping, I came home and exploded on both of them. I let them know that I am tired of coddling them when they refuse to do anything for themselves when it comes to their own health. I also explained that when it gets to the point that they need to go to the ER, and that is EXACTLY where it is headed again, they can either call an ambulance or crawl there....either way makes no difference to me. I am tired and I am done. They both were completely shocked and appalled by use of colorful language and by the fact that when I was finished talking, I walked away and have not spoken to them since. My mom did dare to ask me how my weight in went and I explained to her that it really didn't matter because I was not going back anyway, to which she got this horrible look on her face and responded with, "Why not?!?! You have been doing so great!" to which I responded with, "Well, that would involve me being interested and giving a rat's ass about my own health and why the hell should I do that when it is apparently a Newsome trait that we don't care about that kind of stuff!" I could almost see the tears in her eyes, but I am done caring.

And on that note, I probably will not be blogging for a few days because I really do not have anything nice to talk about....

Dear Diary Monday...

Let's get caught up....

Saturday I spent taking care of the folks....both are now sick. I also spent the day disinfecting the entire house...every handle and doorknob was touched with bleach, everything sanitized, everything put into the laundry with boiling hot water. Dylan and I then get together and went to dinner at Bistro Ganache, which was very romantic and the food was wonderful, but the best part of the evening was just Dylan and I spending some quality time together. He then took me home and I spent the remainder of the evening doctoring up the folks so that they could sleep that night.

Sunday, Dylan and I got together and went and fed ducks, then went shopping, then had dinner, and then headed back to his place to watch "Thirteen" and "Wonderland". Both movies were very good in their own ways, but not ones I would purchase or watch again. We then parted company relatively early as we both were feeling like we might be getting sick.

Today I woke up and it is official....I am sick. Mom is getting much better, Daddy is in the full blown coughing stage, and I am in the "I am too tired to move, my eyes are burning, watering, and itching, and I am coughing" stage. I am going to fight this with everything that I have so that I can have it out of my system before next weekend. I hate being sick on the weekends....

Update on the cats. Tjori called me today and had more info about the woman who wants the cats. She is willing to take ALL of the cats AND she and Tjori and Holly are going to be driving them to her farm in Colorado in March. She is actually looking for up to 20 cats, so placing my 10 with her will be no problem. Tjori is probably going to keep my favorite cat as I have domesticated it. It is a long haired Siamese named Clover and if she can't place him, I am going to BEG to keep him....that is how much I love him. Keep your fingers, your toes, your legs, you arms, and whatever appendages you have that this actually works out. I promised Tjori and the Gods and Goddesses that if this actually happens, I will become a volunteer for them....and I am actually looking forward to it.

Oh, and I have not been good about going to the gym since the folks got sick, which I HATE! I have my WW meeting tomorrow and then have to go do grocery shopping, but I plan on being back there on Wednesday, Thursday, and possibly Friday and then on the weekend.

And speaking of Friday....I am very excited that Dylan and I will be doing dinner with Chet and Shane at the new DODO! We have been wanting to get those two out to thank them for their incredible and generous hospitality that they showed us on New Years Eve and I am very much looking forward to an evening with them. I am planning on dressing somewhat casual as I know my boys will want to walk all over the Gateway, and that just is not comfortable in my stiletto heels! Love my boys!

Best feeling in the world....the very gentle pat of your cats hand on your cheek to wake you up in the morning....