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southernmedicineLife is CHAOS, y'all.
When I got my massage last week, I didn't just feel icky because of flushing metabolic waste. Turns out I was really coming down with a pretty bad cold, so that was fun. This is after I made the commitment to help cover some shifts at work, too, since one of our therapists just up and left with no notice (and in fact had her dad call in and tell us she wasn't come back, oof).
I'm mostly recovered from that, but. A couple of days ago, there was a crisis at Blair's grandparents' house. Her grandfather couldn't get up. Her grandmother (who is slowly developing Alzheimer's) could not care for him. Relatives showed up, found him on the floor covered in his own filth and delirious, and he was sent by ambulance to the hospital. A couple days later, we now know he has aggressive liver cancer and will be released into hospice tomorrow. The family is not coping well. I want to be there for Blair and her family, and I am trying to be, but I feel almost as though they do not want to be observed by an outsider.
Blair and I are in the lab now, as customary these days; me keeping her company, her working feverishly on a project. She received news from her sister that her uncle and aunt have wormed their way into moving into her other grandmother's basement, and will be getting her house from her. That house was built and perfected by her husband, and he told her before he passed away that it was for her to live in and then to sell when one day she needed care. Blair, her mom, and that side of the family are furious. She's been in the hall on the phone trying to talk some sense into her grandmother.
When it rains, it pours. There is tragedy and drama on both sides of Blair's family, and man, I don't know what to do except for be here.
On a lighter note, I did something wild (for me). I signed up to be a contributor for a Star Wars zine. They accept art, fic, poetry, even cosplay and a lot more, and, well! I can write, and also Blair and I are cosplayers, so I figured I would sign up. No idea whether I will be accepted, but I felt inspired to take a shot, because hell, why not? It could be very cool to have something I made in a fan zine. It would certainly be a first for me.
Tickets to Star Wars Celebration, the hugest of the huge Star Wars fan events, go on sale tomorrow. Blair will be in class and I'll be at work, so no idea what my chances are of scoring tickets. I don't think I'm even going to ask Blair if she still wants to go, because she can barely handle being asked a question right now, she has so much on her plate, is so stressed, wound so tight. If I can get them, I suppose it will be a nice surprise, and we'll make it work. The event is next year, anyhow.
When I got my massage last week, I didn't just feel icky because of flushing metabolic waste. Turns out I was really coming down with a pretty bad cold, so that was fun. This is after I made the commitment to help cover some shifts at work, too, since one of our therapists just up and left with no notice (and in fact had her dad call in and tell us she wasn't come back, oof).
I'm mostly recovered from that, but. A couple of days ago, there was a crisis at Blair's grandparents' house. Her grandfather couldn't get up. Her grandmother (who is slowly developing Alzheimer's) could not care for him. Relatives showed up, found him on the floor covered in his own filth and delirious, and he was sent by ambulance to the hospital. A couple days later, we now know he has aggressive liver cancer and will be released into hospice tomorrow. The family is not coping well. I want to be there for Blair and her family, and I am trying to be, but I feel almost as though they do not want to be observed by an outsider.
Blair and I are in the lab now, as customary these days; me keeping her company, her working feverishly on a project. She received news from her sister that her uncle and aunt have wormed their way into moving into her other grandmother's basement, and will be getting her house from her. That house was built and perfected by her husband, and he told her before he passed away that it was for her to live in and then to sell when one day she needed care. Blair, her mom, and that side of the family are furious. She's been in the hall on the phone trying to talk some sense into her grandmother.
When it rains, it pours. There is tragedy and drama on both sides of Blair's family, and man, I don't know what to do except for be here.
On a lighter note, I did something wild (for me). I signed up to be a contributor for a Star Wars zine. They accept art, fic, poetry, even cosplay and a lot more, and, well! I can write, and also Blair and I are cosplayers, so I figured I would sign up. No idea whether I will be accepted, but I felt inspired to take a shot, because hell, why not? It could be very cool to have something I made in a fan zine. It would certainly be a first for me.
Tickets to Star Wars Celebration, the hugest of the huge Star Wars fan events, go on sale tomorrow. Blair will be in class and I'll be at work, so no idea what my chances are of scoring tickets. I don't think I'm even going to ask Blair if she still wants to go, because she can barely handle being asked a question right now, she has so much on her plate, is so stressed, wound so tight. If I can get them, I suppose it will be a nice surprise, and we'll make it work. The event is next year, anyhow.
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Date: 2026-04-22 12:39 (UTC)