Jessica has been home from the hospital for several days now and is recuperating well, whereas I am still in need of strong drink. She is an amazing young woman and I am so very proud of how she faces her struggles and challenges with such courage and dignity. I am still a little embarrassed about doing my wild-haired, crazy-woman impression one night when I leapt out of her room to shriek at the nurse, “Could you do something about the freakin’ monitor alarms already!?!?!?” whereas Jess was all, “Mom. Relax.”
Relax is not now and has never been a word in my vocabulary but I promised her I would try. It would help if we didn’t have to have more scary shit for a while.
I appreciate everyone’s thoughts and wishes over the past few weeks. They helped me get through another round of “WTF?” the game that we play at my house way more often than I would like.
For the past few days, Jess has been sitting next to me on the sofa while I try to get some editing done (“I will take notes,” she says, and she makes an excellent editorial assistant, even if we end up having to have discussions of what “surrogacy” is at unexpected moments). Every time I try to take a peek at Facebook or read someone’s blog, she says, “Aren’t you supposed to be working?” I have actually accomplished more this week than I normally do in approximately a month, so I am thinking about hiring her just to sit next to me and say, “Aren’t you supposed to be working?” every time I start getting distracted. I figure I will be in a position to rule the world in about six months.
And that’s the news from our little part of the world. Thank you, as always, for listening.