ugh.
Still sick. Can't take off from work. Driving me ccrazy.
Lately, I've been feeling like Oglethorpe... "Death, it surrounds me!"
Just got word though my mom, who got it thru my uncle, who read it in the fucking newspaper, that their uncle, my grandmother's only brother, everett, died august 6. Between uncle everett and aunt addie's latest affliction, I fear the worst for my grandmother being just around the corner.
I never got to see everett on my big trip north. his service station in errol was closed, it was late in the evening, and I needed to get back to the coast for a place to stay (which was then denied). Of course, I found out later his house is on the backside of the service center. What luck.
Dammit.
The big reunion this weekend will likely be depressing, so I'm not too upset about not going. There's very few folks left in that generation... Everett's brother Dana, and sister Mary Lou, and then my grandmother and her sister, neither of which is in any shape to attend.
Theraflu is helping a little. I really need some time off, though, just to rest and bombard this damn cold with meds and sleep instead of stress and activity.