Sunday, December 9, 2007

On the roller coaster.

Two things happened today - actually many more than two things actually happened, including progress on the back of the Minimalist Cardigan - but two things of non-knitting significance.

Thing One: I ran into my friend L's boyfriend M while shopping, and he told me L has been laid off from her job at fancy big multi-office silk stocking
law firm. This upset me even more than my own job issue, because retreating to a "fancy big silk stocking downtown law firm" was my safety net. Well, shit, scratch that.

So, while I'm still reeling from Thing One, I talked to Cousin C, who had talked to my mother, and then I talked to my mother and had another fairly positive conversation with her - I had to talk her out of her usual reaction - "It's so terrible, I don't know what to do, what will we do, might as well all kill ourselves now" - the last part isn't explictly stated but is the only conclusion one would draw from the first 45 minutes. By the end of the discussion I had my mother hyped to get on the bus - I don't know what is going to happen next, I know I'm dumping my house in the next three months, if this job hangs on I'll ride it out and look for something elsewhere. And I told my mother again that this is how it is, and that I may be moving back to MD in a few months if I'm lucky, and if she wants to come along she needs to start thinking about a cold weather wardrobe. And my mother squealed, " I still have winter clothes! I have a winter coat!" So she's on board.

Oh, and the thing that happened last week but I didn't mention. I'm sitting in the salon waiting for my haircut last Sunday, and thumbing through Orlando Magazine - they still have their November issue up on the website so don't bother Googling yet - did a thing on "best doctors in town" as picked by other doctors, and who is in there as the definitive brain guy? My hero, the guy who took a power saw to my skull in February. "Internationally known" he is, with an awesome CV. How 'bout that? Something kept me conscious enough to ask for him - sheer stubbornness, I guess. Honestly, my vision went black, my knees buckled, and as I was falling to the floor this is an exact transcript of my thoughts:"Oh shit, something really bad just happened in my brain. Must get Dr. SL to fix it." I remember that part so clearly. And I kept asking for him, I know, I have enough memory of the weird in and out of consciousness time to remember that. And I never really had any doubt that he could fix it - sure, other things could go wrong and that's why I was worried about dying in surgery and such, shit does happen, but as for the actual brain thing, I had no doubt it would be put right. And it was.

And tomorrow will be a most interesting day, I think.

6 comments:

k said...

The best words I can come up with are, "Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee."
I'm starting to see a thin ray of light ahead - is that hope?

Bess said...

Every sign is pointing for you to Fly away ... even mom is on board with only 45 minutes of reality talk.

caroline said...

don't rule out the SSLFs...just because one has layoffs doesn't necessarily mean others are not in need. You aren't the only one contemplating leaving Fla... and for that reason, the SSLFs may be in need. just sayin'.

Catherine said...

SSLFs? I haven't had my coffee yet, I'm staring blankly at that acronym.

caroline said...

Silk stocking law firm(s) heheheh

Catherine said...

All the SSLFs I know of, and that's a lot of them, are slow and not hiring. Those that are are ALWAYS hiring, if you get my drift. No thanks.