So that was a hell of a 48 hours
Aug. 12th, 2019 02:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
drwexI am pretty drained after a couple days of emotional output. Everyone is OK, nothing is terrible. Details below the cut...
Thursday night there was a knock on the bedroom door. As usual, Pygment is a much lighter sleeper than I. She gets up and deals and I go back to sleep. This is normal.
I wake up usual time Friday morning and she's not back in bed. This is also not unusual. I snore sometimes and sometimes she can't sleep through it or sometimes she's had to go downstairs for something and it's easier to just go back to sleep on the sofa than back upstairs and into bed. However, she's not downstairs either. That's not normal.
I discover a message that she's had to take Thing 1 to the ER, which is very busy and they're waiting. I text back and forth through the morning and all the delays. Eventually, Thing 1 is diagnosed with appendicitis and surgery is recommended. Her condition is not so bad, so the surgery itself is pretty quick, and after a few hours' recovery she's expected back home.
Pygment eventually makes it back home to nap herself - turns out the knock on the door was 5:30 AM and she's not totally wiped but still underslept. Eventually she goes back and helps Thing 1 get home.
Meanwhile, we get news from the lawyer that Arisia has lost the second arbitration and now faces an even larger penalty. It's not unexpected news, but it's still a big emotional blow. We're looking at the potential end of a 30-year relationship. As complex and troubled as it has been, it's still my home convention and represents a big chunk of my and my family's life. Fortunately, I'm at home so I can go outside and have sunshine and dog-play time. That helps, some.
Thing 1 does make it back home and promptly passes out on the couch, where she'll spend most of the next couple days. Pygment tells me that she's a worse hospital patient than I am. Like parent like child, I guess.
The next day we go to my aunt's memorial. You may recall I wrote about her passing (https://drwex.dreamwidth.org/1015231.html). After a lot of waffling I decided more or less on the drive to the church that I'd say something largely out of that posting. The service was very church-y. I get that was important to my Aunt but it was tension-making for me. No one was offensive, no one pushed religion at us, but it was definitely a religious service that was Not My Religion and being told repeatedly about how Jesus was welcoming my aunt into some imaginary other Heaven was not what I wanted. I think it helped my uncle, and that's what was important. Pygment and I sat in the first pew with him.
Most of the (small) family were there, as well as some of her family who came from as far as California. It was nice to see people, and we managed to have dinner with my brother and SiL. That said, I kind of brought up the topic of my mother, which led to a question that I answered pretty frankly, in my father's presence. That was hella awkward, of the "here, let me point out this giant unpleasant elephant in the room that we have kind of silently agreed none of us will mention." Oops? Regardless, it's still consuming a chunk of my mental energy.
Sunday I did basically nothing - my brain just rejected trying to handle anything. We did make it briefly to the housewarming/birthday party for my datefriend, but punted everything else social.
I'm still emotionally tired and my dreaming has been super-active.
Thursday night there was a knock on the bedroom door. As usual, Pygment is a much lighter sleeper than I. She gets up and deals and I go back to sleep. This is normal.
I wake up usual time Friday morning and she's not back in bed. This is also not unusual. I snore sometimes and sometimes she can't sleep through it or sometimes she's had to go downstairs for something and it's easier to just go back to sleep on the sofa than back upstairs and into bed. However, she's not downstairs either. That's not normal.
I discover a message that she's had to take Thing 1 to the ER, which is very busy and they're waiting. I text back and forth through the morning and all the delays. Eventually, Thing 1 is diagnosed with appendicitis and surgery is recommended. Her condition is not so bad, so the surgery itself is pretty quick, and after a few hours' recovery she's expected back home.
Pygment eventually makes it back home to nap herself - turns out the knock on the door was 5:30 AM and she's not totally wiped but still underslept. Eventually she goes back and helps Thing 1 get home.
Meanwhile, we get news from the lawyer that Arisia has lost the second arbitration and now faces an even larger penalty. It's not unexpected news, but it's still a big emotional blow. We're looking at the potential end of a 30-year relationship. As complex and troubled as it has been, it's still my home convention and represents a big chunk of my and my family's life. Fortunately, I'm at home so I can go outside and have sunshine and dog-play time. That helps, some.
Thing 1 does make it back home and promptly passes out on the couch, where she'll spend most of the next couple days. Pygment tells me that she's a worse hospital patient than I am. Like parent like child, I guess.
The next day we go to my aunt's memorial. You may recall I wrote about her passing (https://drwex.dreamwidth.org/1015231.html). After a lot of waffling I decided more or less on the drive to the church that I'd say something largely out of that posting. The service was very church-y. I get that was important to my Aunt but it was tension-making for me. No one was offensive, no one pushed religion at us, but it was definitely a religious service that was Not My Religion and being told repeatedly about how Jesus was welcoming my aunt into some imaginary other Heaven was not what I wanted. I think it helped my uncle, and that's what was important. Pygment and I sat in the first pew with him.
Most of the (small) family were there, as well as some of her family who came from as far as California. It was nice to see people, and we managed to have dinner with my brother and SiL. That said, I kind of brought up the topic of my mother, which led to a question that I answered pretty frankly, in my father's presence. That was hella awkward, of the "here, let me point out this giant unpleasant elephant in the room that we have kind of silently agreed none of us will mention." Oops? Regardless, it's still consuming a chunk of my mental energy.
Sunday I did basically nothing - my brain just rejected trying to handle anything. We did make it briefly to the housewarming/birthday party for my datefriend, but punted everything else social.
I'm still emotionally tired and my dreaming has been super-active.
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