Words cannot express…

So I won’t do many words today…

Unfortunately love doesn’t conquer all…

Break? What break? Give me a break…

break

/bre?k/
verb, broke or (Archaic) brake; bro?ken or (Archaic) broke; break?ing; noun –verb (used with object)

[a brief rest, as from work]

[to smash, split, or divide into parts violently; reduce to pieces or fragments]

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Yeah, I had to look it up for a minute, what exactly it means again, Christmas Break… Cuz I kept wondering when it was starting.

I’ve pretty much spent my Christmas Break ill, taking care of a sick kid, worrying my head off about The Guy and his dad and being bothered by the stalker. Pretty much every night at least one of them kept me from getting a good night’s sleep. And I am exhausted…

The one day stomach bug lasted for over a week in my body, The Kid has been sick of the bug twice now.

The heart attack and surgery of The Guy’s dad has rocked my world. Especially as it is fucking hard to feel so powerless at 4,000 miles away and due to communication restraints hardly any information is coming through. Which is totally understandable, as The Guy had a lot to deal with at his end, and so I don’t blame him on that one for a second, but it dóes make it very hard to know what is going on and what to think at times.

And I miss him, incredibly… Goddammit! I just want a fucking chance to jump into his arms at the airport. Sheesh! I just want to feel his body against mine, his breath on my face, his lips on mine, his eyes to gaze in, his arms to snuggle up to (and yes, ok, Hon, I admit, to drool over when I fall asleep)

And the stalker… well, he’s clearly not taken a Christmas Break. In fact, he’s been at it more frequently than ever. I have been over to the police twice, they are surveilling my apartment, but up to now there is no trace of him. My downstairs neighbour thinks she saw him twice so there is a pretty good description of him now, but it doesn’t ring any bells with me.

So I am ex.haus.ted. And last night I finally thought I was gonna get it: some hours of well deserved sleep… Yeah, that was until The Kid got out of his bed and informed me that he was having a stomach ache… again…

Yeah, say Hello to Puke Central… again… I have been lying next to him one arm holding him while he tried to sleep, other arm next to the bed grabbing hold of a bucket in order to be able to swing that round onto the bed when I needed to… and I did… several times…

It’s the LAST day of what they call Christmas Break… And if I am reallly lucky tonight will be my turn to puke my guts out again, but let’s for arguments sake say that this time I get off easy, because I deserve it…

I am not whining or feeling depressed. I mean, it’s getting too absurd to even feel like that. I am kinda stunned really. WTF is it with these “breaks” in this house that they mostly get fucked up by something? I mean it is un.be.lie.va.ble…

OK, I’ll have to swing that bucket over to The Kid now for the kazillionth time… And get ready to get back to the office tomorrow… I’ll just kick Christmas “Break” in the ass and be done with it… and wait for the next break… In May or summin…

Please send all your good vibes…

I had a post scheduled for today but I pulled it.

I just learned that The Guy’s dad has been rushed back into surgery. The Guy is rushing back over to the hospital as we speak. This while we thought his dad was on the mend with a good prognosis. My heart is breaking for him, his dad and the whole family.

I am not sure at this point why he was rushed back into surgery but it can’t be good.

So I am reaching out to all of you. Please send all the prayers, good vibes, positive toughts and whatever else it is you do to his dad. I can’t have The Guy loose his dad, just can’t. I just can’t have the man that has always been a dad to my guy slip through our fingers, even before I have ever had a chance to meet him and thank him for the great guy he raised (and not after that for that matter).

Hon? Hang in there. I know that emotions are running high and that you are scared shitless of what could happen. I am sending all the love, and good vibes I have for you and your dad. Vigorously hoping he will pull through this one, as I know you need him around for a long time to come. Thinking of you! I Love You!

UPDATE: The Guy’s dad is stable again. Apparently one of his heart sutures ripped and he nearly bled out. They were able to correct it during surgery and are now keeping him under very close observation.

Ramblings of a Sick Woman

OK seriously? I am cursing those stomach bug demons, from the comfort of my living room couch! What the fuck is it with them? Everyone in my family and friends who suffered from that stomach bug was violently ill for a day and then felt all hunky dory again. Not me! Nu-Uh! I am still feeling queezy, my head is exploding and so is everything coming out of my ass… I am sorry for the graphic description but ya know.. it is! “Liquid Ass Fire” as Avi called his a few days ago is a pretty accurate description, I think…

And even though e.v.e.r.y.o.ne. only suffered from this stomach bug once, The Kid is now complaining about diarrhea agáin! So if I am really lucky, I will feel ok tomorrow and have The Kid to take care of again…

Oh well… Life… Huh?

On the up-side: The Guy’s dad came out of the second surgery and is now in recovery and according to The Guy his doctors expect him to make a full recovery. He’s still got a long way to go, but things are looking positive after surgery for 5 (!) bypasses.

Yeah, so I’ll be spending another day on the couch, which The Kid loves cuz he loves staying at home, playing PC and Nintendo DS games, reading, watching TV and taking care of his Mom (“if you need me to make you anything or get something for you, you reálly have to tell me, ok”). He is the sweetest nurse any sick Mom could ever wish for. This morning it turned out he sucks at clearing up after himself though, as I found both the bathroom and the kitchen in a state of total devastation, but he’s forgiven for that, for now…

OK, I have no more yadayadayadabladibla for ya! My exploding head is empty, which is kinda suprising considering I am bored out of my skull… See ya tomorrow!!! Hopefully by that time I will be fine and The Kid won’t be sick again…