It’s 10:43pm and I’m just back to the hotel after a long day.
I spent the morning with mom – and dad – at the hospital. Dad and I only argued once when he started commenting on my weight and exercise regime. I told him to “shut the f up” and mom agreed. I’ve always liked her.
Mom had a good day, overall. They removed her 2nd chest tube – which is excellent progress – and she’ll get more tests tomorrow to see how she’s recovering internally.
I left around 12:30 as 3 of her longtime friends were visiting from home. I went to my office (national office) and worked for the afternoon. I was supposed to do “retail therapy” with a colleague, but another colleague asked for my help on something so I didn’t make it.
I left the office just as it started pouring and there wasn’t a cab – or an Uber – in sight. I asked a bellman to help me, but he said he couldn’t because he was helping his residents. Then he mentioned something about Boston & I told him, “that’s where I live!” He told me to take the subway 2 exits and I headed to the station. I was waiting on line for a ticket and suddenly he appeared, metrocard in hand – and helped me into the subway – on his dime! I tried to give him the money i would have paid and he shook his head no. What a lovely human being! It made up for my dick of a taxi driver earlier.
I walked around Times Sq and then headed to see “Come from Away,” which is a delightful musical. I started crying towards the end. I was peacefully with my thoughts and needed to emote.
A lot of you are asking when she is going home, how is she, etc. I don’t have the answers. And if she wasn’t doing well, I don’t want to be the bearer of that news. Bear with us as we navigate uncharted waters.
Probably the highlight of my day was when Mr T texted me that he really misses me. I told him it’s good to be missed.
Thank you for reading. Keep mom in your thoughts, prayers and all that good stuff!
