Today, working from home with the baby here is not the wondrous good fortune I would usually call it. She is fussy, I am trying like all hell to get in a groove, but what’s actually happening is that I am becoming increasingly more frustrated. It’s taking a lot of self-control to keep from throwing a goddamned cussing fit because I am so fucking tired of having to work around EVERYTHING ALL OF THE TIME. Christ, to have 8 uninterrupted hours (sleeping at night does not count, trust me) seems like some sort of game show fantasy. And to think I had that only a little over a year ago. It was another lifetime that is long, long gone.
Heartbreaking October 24, 2007
Yesterday, my uncle was diagnosed with stage 3 multiple myeloma. There is no stage 4. All evidence points to this cancer being brought about by his exposure to Agent Orange in Vietnam. The average life expectancy post-diagnosis is 3 years, but that takes all 3 stages into account.
