I'm feeling strange. I woke up this morning and didn't know where I was. I was in the guest bedroom in my own home. My mother is sleeping in my bed. We had to come here late last night when her a.c. quit working. I haven't lived here for so long now that everything seems strange. I'm writing on my big computer because I didn't bring my laptop. I don't know what to do when my mother gets up. She is not comfortable in my house. She always sits in the same place at the kitchen table when she is home. She will not know what to do here. I barely do anymore, either.
I am anxious.
We may end up being here for quite a few days. The a.c. drain lines are clogged. They are under the slab for some reason that I can't explain, so new lines must be run through her attic which will require a pump be installed to fight gravity. It will be messy and expensive. I will call the company today, but being the weekend. . . .
Otherwise, things are bad. My mother called her dentist's emergency line yesterday. His office is closed Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. She is in terrible pain, but he can't see her until Monday, so he called in an antibiotic and told her to take Tylenol and ibuprofen.
"Did you tell him you are on 40mg of oxy a day?" I asked her.
"No."
I don't know what to do.
I am going to try one thing today to clear her drain line, but it is not recommended. I am going to use a drain cleaner. I did it once before and it worked, but supposedly it will destroy the kind of plastic they used for the pipes "in the day." I figure what the hell since she is going to have to get new drain lines run anyway.
My Xterra has to be towed to the mechanic this week.
I get my hair done today.
There is no food in my house.
Shit be fucked up.
I'll have to tend to mother when she gets up. This is not going to be fun.
It's going to be a long weekend.
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