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Survived Monday.

Huzzah!!

School was okay.

Still trying to get the little shits to finish there four paragraph compositions.

Gads.   It IS NOT THAT HARD. 

Tomorrow my homeroom wants to make breakfast for Laurie's homeroom--scrambled eggs, sausages, bacon, juice, and milk...and toast and tortillas.  Yummy.

IF they remember to bring the stuff.  I'm bringing onions, green peppers, and glasses for the juice and milk.

Megan is supposed to bring a griddle. 

We'll see if they do it.

When I drove home tonight, I noticed that the poor little trees had lost almost all their leaves.  It's kind of a shame, since the leaves were so gorgeous this year.  I hate to see them gone.

When I got home tonight, I found Jim here.  He had put the window that he'd accidentally broken this summer in. He also took out my air conditioner in the living room, and replaced the light bulbs in my bedroom and bathroom.  I was glad that I'd cleaned the bathroom, so it wasn't disgusting.  He even carried my garbage to the curb for me.  What a sweetie.

I was soooooo tired when I got home from school that I didn't think I'd be able to do ANYTHING, but I popped a chicken pot pie into the oven and scrubbed up a couple little potatoes to bake with it.  While they were baking, I put away the huge pile of dishes in the dish drainer, did up the dishes from yesterday, scrubbed out my toaster oven which had gotten kinda crusty looking, took everything off the counter top and washed all of it--and washed the counter top, and scrubbed the surfaces of the stove.  Also, I washed the burner rings and the black grate-thingies that you set the pots on. 

I would have liked to do the other counter top too, but my food was done.  After I ate it, I did a little crocheting, and the Stalker called.  She wants to go see Zorro this weekend.  I am excited to see that.  Antonio Banderas is Hawt.

heh heh

Now, I'm in my pjs, sitting on the bed with my cat snuggled against my leg, updating this thing.

My mom called a few minutes ago.  She is back from her short trip to Milwaukee. 

She said that Rhonda (my cousin, sister to my cousin Lee who died this summer) had been feeling a strong urge to go to a psychic.  She did, and the alleged psychic told her that someone named Rosalee--no--it's a man--Someone named LEE who was very close to her had died recently.  She said that Lee had come back to get his dog (which had died two months before he did.)

I would think the dog would be on the Rainbow Bridge.  Not here.

Anyhow, she said Lee said he had to go because he was so tired.  Also, she said he was very very happy on the other side.

She said he also thanked her for the rose.  Apparently, after everyone else had left the cemetary, Rhonda laid her rose on Lee's casket--no one (supposedly) knew about it except her and her husband.

If it is on the level, that is a pretty impressive psychic.  But....I am quite skeptical.  There are far too many charlatans in the world for me to immediately believe in them.

I guess that is all I know tonight.  I'm going to go through my email now.  Then, perhaps I will crochet my grannie squares together.

I feel like sewing, but at the same time, I am too tired.  I don't think I could do it without stabbing myself in the eye with a needle.

Heh heh heh

I don't know whether to cry or sigh for the futility of life.

Things look very, very grim for my cousin Lee.

Just a recap of what has happened in the last few days:

He is only 45 years old.  On thursday, he went to the local hospital with chest pains.  They sent him directly to Abbot Northwestern for tests.  While there, he stopped breathing and was given emergency triple by-pass surgery.  Turns out his heart was 100% blocked. 

Since that time he has been in a coma.  Patty, his wife, came to the hospital later, thinking she'd be picking him up to take him home.  Instead, they told her about the surgery and also that he wasn't expected to make it.

His physical condition has improved since then.  He is healing from the heart surgery, but he remains in a coma.  The machines showed some brain activity.  I have no idea how much.

My aunt and uncle were on the fourth of a six week road trip in Canada when this happened.  They had their motor home and their cat in Canada, so when they were finally located--couldn't be found for quite a while--they decided to drive back rather than abandon the motorhome and the cat.  This decision really pissed off my brother who thought they should have flown back immediately.

They got to the hospital last night at about 9:00 pm.  Mom talked to Lily who said that Lee looks "terrible."   She said that the nurse told them he most likely has massive brain damage and that his pupils do not respond to light.

I am a little bit hesitant to believe this, as why would the nurse tell them this?  Shouldn't this type of information come from a doctor?  I realize that nurses often know a lot more about what's going on with a patient than the doctor does, but it seems inappropriate that a nurse should deliver this level of bad news.  I can't see any reason a nurse would feed them false information, either. 

So, I'm thinking things look grim  for Lee.  It is such a sad waste because Lee is a great guy--generous, kind, funny.  He's got four daughters at home, and one step-daughter who's out on her own.  I don't know how Patty and the girls will survive without Lee. 

The whole situation makes me very depressed.

I hope that if it is Lee's time to go, that he just peacefully moves on into the Great Mystery.  I would HATE it if he were kept alive for years in a vegetative state like Terry Schiavo.  He would HATE it too.

It's way too early to abandon hope yet...but we are really in a dark place.

DeAnn and I went to see The Island.  It was a good action flick--very very filled with illogical things--but exciting to watch.

Afterwards, we ate at Perkins.  My fish was raw.  Yuck.  It was gooey and translucent in the middle--and cold.  The baked potato was good. 

After that, we went to the Evil Empire of Walmart.  I bought two three drawer plastic organizers--big ones--to get my stuff in order.  You can't put stuff away if there is no place ot PUT it.  Sigh.

I bought a few groceries...not many as I want to save money and also to use up some of the stuff I have on hand. 

When I got home, I had a message from Ingrid (of course).  I didn't call her back because I also had a message from my mom.  Lee, my cousin, had an emergency triple by-pass today.  His heart was 100% blocked.  They doctors did not want to do the surgery because his blood pressure was so low.  Then, apparently it was too dangerous a situation NOT to, so they operated.  When Patty, his wife, came up, thinking they had just been running tests and that she would be taking him back home with her, the doctors pulled her aside and told her that they didn't expect him to make it. 

By the time the news came down to my family, he had improved to the "maybe" place--but "maybe" he'll have brain damage as well.  Sigh.

Lee is a good person.  He's only 45 years old.  His oldest daughter is about 17; his youngest is about 13.  There are two others in the middle.  He's smoked for many years.  But still....sigh

I don't want my cousin to die.

Peter was on-line when I fired up my computer.  We played one game of scrabble.  I whipped his behind by sixty points.  heh heh

He is sweet and was very kind to me when I dumped all my sadness and fear about my cousin onto him.