Christmas? ALREADY?


Frog Pond Holler was covered in a thin layer of ice this morning. Every surface twinkled like sugar candy as the light eased over the ridge tops and bounced around from truck hoods to frozen leaves and crunchy grass.

My weekend was kinda hectic. I went straight to Big City after work Friday because apparently, Christmas is like .... this week or some crap. What the hell? I think I missed a month somewhere. I braved the mall, which wasn't too bad, then headed to a few other places before heading home at some ungodly hour with nothing to show for it but two tiny bags.

My Christmas spirit has gone flat.

I plan to make another attempt Thursday  morning, heading back to Big City and hitting up a couple of specialty shops, which will remain nameless for the time being. We don't want The Amazon to suddenly decide to read my blog and find out where I went.

Ma's been complaining of dizziness when she moves her head to one side, so Saturday morning we went down to the Hee-Haw Clinic. She saw a new doctor, you never know who you're going to get down there, especially on weekends. This guy seemed to almost have some sense, until he started explaining about tiny rocks in your inner ear that get misplaced and stuck where they don't belong.

Ma said she'd never been to the doctor and told she had rocks in her head before.

Her P.T. came by Saturday afternoon and explained it so that it made a little more sense. Either way, Ma has some prescription antihistamines now that she takes three times a day and makes her sleepy. I'm all for anything that knocks her out.

She's currently pissed off because T.A. and I won't buy a tank full of oil. Before I go any further and you get the impression that I'm a cold hearted bitch, allow me to explain that we have a 1/4 tank and it only has to last until her check comes on the first of January. We started the season with 1/2 so we've only used a 1/4 so far this winter.

But she obsesses. And wrings her hands. And she threatens to sell off half the land to get some money. After I'd spent the better half of Saturday night hurling egg noodles, I really didn't have a lot of patience for the great oil debate yesterday, so when she started threatening to sell stuff, I sorta lost my composure and made a few threats of my own.

Not a great plan when dealing with someone recently diagnosed with a mental illness.

But, I suppose, we do the best we can and everyone's entitled to be human once in a while. I ended up hiding in my bedroom and watching Fringe on Hulu for the rest of the night, leaving T.A. to deal with her Nana.

My guilt, it runs rampant.

As for now, I should get to work. Bossholio is out for the week and my inbox overfloweth. I never heard from that other job I applied for, but I've not completely given up hope.

We'll talk again soon.

Later Taters!



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Anonymous said...

I hope you have a good Christmas (and like my life sometimes "good" is relative to the bad going on.) I am hoping that many of us get the Happy New Year we so need.

b.fez said...

My mom struggles with pretty severe bouts of vertigo. The last one lasted about 2 1/2 weeks, and was finally resolved with physical therapy. (Oddly enough, her primary care physician knew nothing of this therapy technique, even though it is provided at the hospital where he is on staff. *doh*) It was a miracle, and she hasn't had a bout since. (knock wood) So, if your mom's vertigo gets worse, there is help to be had. Let me know if you'd like more information.

Hope you have a wonderful holiday season and a very happy new year!

Mahala said...

(((Huggles))) Tonya :)

b.fez - Ma's physical therapist described a technique where they have the patient lie down and flip them quickly over from one side to the other to fix it. Ma didn't not look interested lol. If the meds don't work, we'll try that next. You have a Merry Christmas!!

BetteJo said...

A girl I work with (and share a brain with I might add) has rocks in her head. And she is mostly sane. The treatment for her IS to lay down and she has to move her head one way, then another .. it's a real thing. But it does sound freaking crazy, doesn't it??

Hope your Christmas spirit increases, maybe you'll find Craig Ferguson under your tree. Or not. But one can dream, right?

Significant Snail said...

Hey! My man-friend had this same issue and he went to a couple therapy sessions and it actually worked! Weird stuff, but hey...