Well, it's been a particularly pissy week.

James was supposed to work Wednesday since he was supposedly back on full-time work, but was called Tuesday afternoon by his supervisor. Somewhere in the kerfluffle over COVID-19, someone forgot to renew the purchase order under which James is paid. If he worked on Wednesday, he would what we would have termed while I was working at CDC an "unauthorized commitment." He was still scheduled to work Saturday, but he had to work that day that because there was no one else to take his place. So Wednesday we got the grocery shopping out of the way.

Wednesday night the other shoe dropped. My sister-in-law has been sick for several months. She had an infection in her foot that, unknown to her, was making her sick in other parts of her body; the symptoms were manifesting more like the flu. The infection finally got so bad they put her into the hospital, where they discovered the circulation in her foot was compromised due to a too-narrow blood vessel in her leg. She had a stent put in, and they sent her home in a new splint (she had been in one previously to keep her off the infected foot) and she thought she was actually getting better, enough to work from home. But it turned out her foot wasn't getting better, it was getting worse. When the visiting nurse came over this week, she checked the foot and saw the infection was spreading into the leg; she called an ambulance immediately to take her to the hospital. Apparently something had not been done properly, and now there is a chance she could lose the foot.

In the meantime summer has done its usual number on me, and I spent Thursday either in the bathroom or asleep, so Friday we took it easy, had a simple lunch at O'Charley's, stopped to pick up Gold Bond powder for my other summer complaint, and spent the afternoon at home. Saturday James did his stint for work, 10 a.m. to 9 p.m., so I mainly did housework, including some of the Sunday chores.

And now we wait for them to tell us when he can work again. It evidently wouldn't have been Sunday, since the suits don't work then, so we had another day at home. We've progressed into season five of Perry Mason and are ten episodes in to Space Battleship Yamato 2202. The latter's storyline veers quite a lot from the original season two of the series.

[Update July 20: James' supervisor called late today saying that nothing can be done until there's some executive board meeting. That's suits for you, no decision until everyone can have another useless meeting. His sister is still in the hospital awaiting another test.]

Labels: family, illness, shopping, work

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Comments:

I'm so sorry to learn of your sister-in-law's foot infection, and James' work uncertainty -- which, I assume, also means income uncertainty.

Though not much of a bigger I am sending you a virtual hug. Here's hoping it helps.❤

# posted by  Karen : 11:09:00 AM

 

Whoops, I just discovered autocorrect changed hugger into bigger. Sorry I didn't catch that in time. 😔

# posted by  Karen : 11:13:00 AM

 

Thanks so much, Karen. How is your health these days? I hope you're well.

# posted by  Linda : 4:59:00 PM

 

Linda, I'm a few months away from being five years cancer free, so that will be an important milestone. Unfortunately I'm turning into my mother!

My deceased mother used to fall asleep in her easy chair, then wake up in the middle of the night, put on her pajamas, and go to bed. That used to drive me crazy, just get ready for bed first. But now that stay-at-home rules makes life rather stressful, guess who's now never tired when she's supposed to be, then keeps falling asleep in her chair?

# posted by  Karen : 6:40:00 PM

 

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