I am sorry for being absent, the past two weeks have been the most stressful.
My Dad.
He is having some serious health issues. Something in him is causing him to deplete potassium in his body rapidly.
He goes out to Home Depot to get a spark plug for his weedeater. Fine. Though me and my siblings have been taking time to cut his grass for him. So he gets there, gets hot and tired, sits down and wakes up in the hospital for a few days.
He gets out feeling better, takes my niece to school, as my sister was at work, comes back, goes to the bathroom, and is found slumped over on the toilet, leaning against the wall passed out. Now he is in the hospital, they ran many tests and still cant find whats wrong with him. So they called me to ask which rehab facility we want him to go to. I remembered the one my mom complained about, so I said not that one. But this is killing me. Its the same pattern that my mom went through, but for different reasons. She would fall sick, go in, come back rinse and repeat, but towards the end, they put her in rehab, and then after the last one she passed away in Hospice.
Work has me busy. But I am stressed out as there will be a company wide trimming of the fat, starting with getting rid of what is not selling, up to letting go of people who's positions are redundant.
So I am sitting here at work wishing I could just vanish for awhile.