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the_rckLast week, at my mother's urging, I packed her car full of stuff we don't use and let her take it to the Reuse Center. Sadly, I'm now regretting one item-- our umbrella stroller. Delia and I have stopped using it this summer, but she's sick today, and I realized that, if I still had the dratted thing, I might well have decided to take her to the doctor today. Without it, I need either a person with a car or a cab (which is, in effect, a person with a car), and that presents a higher threshold in terms of perceived need.
Well, Delia probably could manage the walking. She's not all that sick, a cough and a degree and a half of fever, and it's not all that hot out right now, not for August, and getting there and home again involves a bus trip bracketed by 5-15 minute walks. I'm just now thinking that I should have kept the stroller for the times when Delia walking is less feasible. Those are times when I'd probably be calling around for possible rides anyway. It's just nice to know that I have a means of doing it without help when it's needed.
Delia does like going to the doctor as long as she knows she's not getting shots. They always give her a sticker if she's good and sometimes give her an animal cookie or two. Plus, it's a trip out of the house.
I'm a bit stressed because Delia's illness has made tomorrow... difficult. I have an appointment to see a neurologist at 11 about my migraines. It's a first appointment, an evaluation. It's taken more than three months to get in, and even if I end up having to reschedule, it's late enough that I'll have to pay a missed appointment fee.
Basically, I've got nobody to stay with Delia during the appointment. My mother's gone. My mother-in-law is getting her eyes dilated at 9 a.m. and, even without that, couldn't get down here in time after her eye appointment. I had made arrangements for a playdate, but the other mother may well not want to expose her two kids to Delia's fever and cough (I've left her a voicemail. She hasn't gotten back to me yet). My other attempts (by e-mail since I find phone calls difficult even when I'm not already stressed) have yielded one person who's ill herself, one person with a scheduling conflict and a non-response. I don't want to ask anybody else who would need to bring kids with them, and I'm blanking on other people who might be available.
Because my mother and step-father have gone across the state to visit my brother, I don't even have him as a desperate fallback. I can't ask him to spend one of the two days he gets with them over here. My step-father only flew up yesterday, so nobody's getting much time with him. In a way, this is a relief for me since things between us haven't been easy for years not since he told me, at great length, that it was a Bad Idea for me and Scott to try to have a child because parents with disabilities are always, at best, neglectful and are often abusive. (This was a few months before I got pregnant, and my sister, brother and mother all got very angry with him when they found out.)
In a way, though, it's not a relief. He was a major part of my life growing up and is rather more my father in the ways that matter than my biological father. I miss him and the person I remember him being.
Maybe after I get through the next couple of days I'll feel better about the universe in general.
Well, Delia probably could manage the walking. She's not all that sick, a cough and a degree and a half of fever, and it's not all that hot out right now, not for August, and getting there and home again involves a bus trip bracketed by 5-15 minute walks. I'm just now thinking that I should have kept the stroller for the times when Delia walking is less feasible. Those are times when I'd probably be calling around for possible rides anyway. It's just nice to know that I have a means of doing it without help when it's needed.
Delia does like going to the doctor as long as she knows she's not getting shots. They always give her a sticker if she's good and sometimes give her an animal cookie or two. Plus, it's a trip out of the house.
I'm a bit stressed because Delia's illness has made tomorrow... difficult. I have an appointment to see a neurologist at 11 about my migraines. It's a first appointment, an evaluation. It's taken more than three months to get in, and even if I end up having to reschedule, it's late enough that I'll have to pay a missed appointment fee.
Basically, I've got nobody to stay with Delia during the appointment. My mother's gone. My mother-in-law is getting her eyes dilated at 9 a.m. and, even without that, couldn't get down here in time after her eye appointment. I had made arrangements for a playdate, but the other mother may well not want to expose her two kids to Delia's fever and cough (I've left her a voicemail. She hasn't gotten back to me yet). My other attempts (by e-mail since I find phone calls difficult even when I'm not already stressed) have yielded one person who's ill herself, one person with a scheduling conflict and a non-response. I don't want to ask anybody else who would need to bring kids with them, and I'm blanking on other people who might be available.
Because my mother and step-father have gone across the state to visit my brother, I don't even have him as a desperate fallback. I can't ask him to spend one of the two days he gets with them over here. My step-father only flew up yesterday, so nobody's getting much time with him. In a way, this is a relief for me since things between us haven't been easy for years not since he told me, at great length, that it was a Bad Idea for me and Scott to try to have a child because parents with disabilities are always, at best, neglectful and are often abusive. (This was a few months before I got pregnant, and my sister, brother and mother all got very angry with him when they found out.)
In a way, though, it's not a relief. He was a major part of my life growing up and is rather more my father in the ways that matter than my biological father. I miss him and the person I remember him being.
Maybe after I get through the next couple of days I'll feel better about the universe in general.
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Date: 2007-08-13 10:44 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-08-14 11:56 am (UTC)I will contact her and tell her to get in touch with you if so!
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Date: 2007-08-14 11:59 am (UTC)The mother has generously said that she's willing to take Delia anyway. I'm very, very relieved.
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Date: 2007-08-14 12:27 pm (UTC)I told R. to call you so if she does, that's why. I didn't want you to be in the lurch.
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Date: 2007-08-14 06:15 pm (UTC)