The best thing that happened to me today was the chicken noodle soup I had tonight. Never did soup feel so good going down. I spent most of the day without an appetite, for two reasons: my own health, and Momís. She is better tonight, and that helps me feel better, but I still feel as if Iím drowning from the inside out. Why did someone stuff my head full of glue?
Suzanne took Mom on an unexpected trip to the emergency room today, but all they did was give her some pills and send her home. Her blood pressure was up, but now itís down. It didnít go down until she got out of that hospital, though. If high blood pressure is stress-related, an emergency room apparently isnít the place to be.
The Boss was particularly demanding today. Thatís my excuse for not rushing off to the hospital, but to be honest, Iím pretty sure I wasnít wanted there. The Boss asked me this morning if I thought I could find time to do some cost reports he needs to help him get the refinancing deal to go forward.
To me that meant ďmake time,Ē so I did. I worked on it all day, and a couple of hours after I proudly faxed the reports off to him, I got a message back that said heíd decided to hold off for a few weeks. (Probably the reports didnít look as favorable as heíd hoped they would.) So there was a day shot to bloody shards for no good reason.