The stress generated by my sister's
reaction of my parents wanting to move back into Fort Smith took its
toll. Wednesday evening my father drove himself to the emergency
room with chest pains. At first the doctors could not say whether or
not he had suffered another heart attack, so they admitted him for
observation. By the next afternoon, he was released on stronger
doses of nitroglycerin. The hours in the emergency room, and the
night that I spent with my mother at her house, were hard on me
emotionally but I am glad I was there for her. I was worried about
Dad, so I KNOW she was, too.
I did get called into work by the first temp agency I had signed
up with... to stuff envelopes. It was only for one day, but I'm not
going to turn down the money! The folks I worked with on the project
were nice, easy to get along with, and generally hard working.
However, it occurred to me that if the temp agency had put me and
the other older gal on this assignment last Monday instead of the
two gals who were still wet behind the ears... we would have had the
job completed on time. Instead, the young, cute,
just-out-of-high-school gals were sent on this job. On one
particular task that took me less than a half hour to do, they had
talked about how it had taken them hours to do the same thing a few
days earlier. I returned home just absolutely incredulous. Is youth
that important in our culture? Is this why I got all those temp jobs
when I was eighteen?
Today I came up with the idea that I would like to try college
again. I signed up once before but it was just one year after my
stroke, and I was not ready for it. I believe I could handle the
classes and the responsibility and everything now. CB has been
absolutely supportive of the whole idea which makes me feel all warm
and fuzzy inside. So now I am going to be investigating what is
being offered at the local college next semester, the possibilties
of financial aid, and those kind of subjects.
Overall, today I am feeling good, feeling optimistic and happy
and hopeful about the future. I love the long talks and bonding that
CB and I have been doing lately. Mmmm, and you shoulda tasted his
fried chicken last night!!! I can't believe it's the first time he
ever tried frying chicken... I am absolutely sure that I am the
luckiest gal in the world!