I'm Lazy

Ok, so it's been March since my last post, and here it is June. Boy how time flies when you're having fun!

Speaking of fun, let me clue you in on all the fun I've been having since posting last!

Hmm, where to start?

The rest of March was spent in training. Yep, training. Remember how I was unhappy with the program that I was working on through Alpine? I did mention the opportunity in my last post, and the rest of March was training time. From 8am-4pm Monday-Friday for 4 weeks I was training in a virtual classroom. Made alot of friends during training and some of us ended up on the same shifts so we still get to "hang out."

We went "live," well semi-live the 3rd week in April. We spent about 5 days in "nesting." Nesting is a time period where we take live calls, yet we have meetings called "huddles" through out the day, to give us "breaks" from the phones. We also had "SME's" which are System Management Experts to help us out at any time. It was kind of scary hitting the phones, but once I took the first couple of calls, I started to feel more comfortable.

Well, if that wasn't enough on me...

Somewhere around the end of April...G'dad had a massive GI bleed and was in the hospital for about 5 days. We estimate that he lost about half his body volume in blood. He was given about 5 transfusions during the time he was in the hospital. So, I missed work due to that. Then, he came home on a Wednesday, and by Saturday morning, he was back at the hospital.

He had a MASSIVE, and I do mean MASSIVE, stroke. As in, he was completely limp on the left side of his body and couldn't use his left hand, arm or leg at all. He was in the hospital for about 3.5 weeks that time and now he's at Clapp's Nusring Home. He went there for rehab, but he's declined instead of improved. He's soooo not himself. He's become mean and basically, a baby. He has cursed and slapped at us multiple times, actually connecting once with Mama. Those of you that read this that KNOW him, KNOW this is NOT him. We know it's the stroke that's caused it. But it's VERY stressful on us. Especially when we get no emotional support from anyone else. It feels to me, like the rest of the family doesn't care. They say they can't stand to see him there, that it hurts them to see him like this...well DAMMIT! How the hell do they think we feel? Do they think we are some cold hearted bitches that don't hurt every time we go see him? Which is every damn day! And how often do THEY go see him? I think maybe they've been there like 4 or 5 times since he went in to Clapps on May 13th? And we've been every day? Sometimes twice a day?!? That don't make sense!

Ugh...as I sit here typing this up, I have a really bad migraine headache. And getting myself riled up and upset isn't helping it.

Anyway...I promise promise promise I will post more often. Maybe now that things "seem" to be settling down some, I can!!