Sunday, February 21, 2010

Day After Day, It Reappears

Here is a picture of me trying to stalk in the background and a friend of mine pointing me out. Drat! Foiled again...

I'm writing this really early today, because this weekend has been so crazy and I have no idea what things will be like later this evening or how tired I'll be.

Okay. So, the weekend started out great. I got the girls fed and situated and actually both of them were so exhausted from the week that Stinky was asleep and Coadster was finishing her packing and fast on her way to hitting the hay, by 7 o'clock when I left.

I met up with my girlfriends at Martinis and it was soooo dead there. Luckily, we left and headed over to the Dublin shortly thereafter. My original plan was to go home by 10 and I was so close to doing that. I almost even had my coat on, but then I got pulled back into the fun and laughed so hard and talked so much shit, that it was 1 o'clock by the time I left. Woops!

Here is a picture of me being a dork, because there are only a million more pictures of me dorking-out on the internets.

Saturday was when things got crazy. I got a call from a friend of mine. She had some bad news and was traveling and didn't have the resources. She said she knew that I liked to help people and had a million contacts on my phone and through Facebook. Then she went on to tell me about a friend of ours from college who lives in Iowa City but who I rarely see. He was taking his son over to a friend's house and thought something seemed off about him. Luckily, our friend is an EMT and a nurse, so he knew enough to take his son straight to the ER. It was a good thing he did, because his boy had bleeding in the brain. Nobody knows why. They operated on him immediately, and the first surgery didn't work. My friend asked me to contact as many people as I could who could help and give support to my friend and his wife. So, I called as many people as I had numbers for. Then I went to Facebook to message anyone else. Of course, Facebook was being all wonky yesterday, so I couldn't get to certain people's profiles. I couldn't get to my friend John who lives in Boston's profile to tell him, but I was able to access his girlfriend Maire. I had called her brother, who just happens to be my favorite bartender, S. as well. So, she messaged me back and forth a little and we kept each other updated on what we knew. As of right now, they did a second surgery that seems to have finally stopped the bleeding. They have no idea what to expect. He was able to move his arms and legs again, so that was a good sign.

Sorry, It was harder than you'd think to get pics of the poofy hair and sequins. Those show choir kids are always on the move.

Finally, Stinky and I were ready to go to the Quad Cities to watch Coadster perform. Coadster called us right as we were leaving and asked us if we could go to Panchero's and pick-up a burrito for her. So, that took about a half hour longer than we planned for and then our Mapquest directions took us way out past where we should have gone and we had to drive back into town for another 20 minutes. What that meant, was that we they had already started and we couldn't get in the theater to watch Coadster's performance. They had TV's out, so we could watch them on that, and we did see Coadster nail her solo, so that was good. I just felt bad that we didn't get to see her live. They have one more gig in town for their Spring show and some of my girlfriends said they'd like to see her, so that should be fun.

By Staurday night I was exhausted. I didn't really want to go out, but G. told me she was a little disappointed that she didn't get to talk to me much on Friday night, so I thought I'd make an effort. G. met a friend for dinner beforehand and brought him down to the Dublin. I'd met him before because they've been friends for a long time. She sat him next to me at the bar and asked me to keep him company while she smoked a ciggie outside. It was fine. He's a nice enough guy, but we don't have a lot in common and he's not particularly funny or all that easy to talk to and G. disappeared for an hour. I'm not sure if she was trying to set me and her friend up or if she just got caught up with whatever she was doing. Finally, a bunch of people came down and I talked to the owner of the Dublin and his wife and sister-in-law and I was happy. Since G. never came back and I was feeling guilty about not really talking to her friend after the other people showed up, there really was no reason for me to be out. I turned into a pumpkin around 11 and headed home.

This weekend, another friend of mine's mother-in-law got really sick again. She has been in and out of remission for a long time, but things seem really bad right now. I texted my friend from the bar when I found out and asked her if there was anything I could do to help. She called me this morning to see if one of my girls could babysit while they went to the hospital. Stinky was more than happy to help. So, now she's babysitting and Coadster's at her dad's, and I think I'll take a nice long run before the snow starts flying....Again.


laura b. said...

Wow, there couldn't have been anymore going on this weekend.

I'm sorry to hear of the troubles a couple of your friends are having. I really hope your college friend's son recovers. That sounds so scary. And it is lovely that your daughter is able to help out another of your friends during a difficult time.

Congrats to Coadster on another successful performance!

Tara said...

That does sound like a crazy weekend! I'm sorry you weren't able to see Coadster sing her solo live. I hope she liked her burrito, though!

Pamela said...

Wow, thank you for being a good Samaritan in the world.

booda baby said...

It's one of the best things about knowing other people, the being able to ask them to collect all their energies to focus on someone's healing. What a scary episode - and a lot of love helps so much.

rel said...

Whew, you must be exhausted! I'm tired just from reading about all your activity. ;)

Mrs. Hairy Woman said...

Love to see more poufy hair and didn't know they were back in style..sounds like you were a busy beaver..

thisnewplace said...

jeez, what a rough one! I hope your friend's son is okay. that is really scary. And your other friend in the hospital! Gack!!! Martinis needed!

Churlita said...


Things are looking better and better for my friend's son. he was able to squeeze the dr's finger today. His right side is really weak, but the bleeding was on the left side, so that was to be expected.

Tara, I've seen her sing her solos several times this year already. So, it's not like I missed a huge thing. And she told me her burrito was delish and all the other kids were jealous. so, at least I did something right.

Pamela, I wouldn't say that. I just try to help when I can, because I was so lucky to have people help me when I needed it.

Booda Baby. Exactly. A lot can be done with positive thoughts and actions.

REl, I was. I'm resting up now.

Mrs., They aren't so much, except for show choir.

This, If only I drank martinis, I'd be all set. Maybe Margaritas would work though.

Johnny Yen said...

Good thing they caught his cerebral hemorrhage early-- sounds like the prognosis is pretty good, but he'll be a while in rehab, probably!

When I was still single, people were always trying to foist their friends and acquaintances on me-- some were painfully incompatible. Don't miss that.