Wednesday, July 13, 2011

General Hospital and not the one on TV

Grandma had a stroke yesterday. It was really lucky that it was caught early. My brother was visiting Grandma that day to bring her some things. He saw that she was weak, couldn't keep her eyes open and her face on the left side was droopy and drooling. He had the nurses call an ambulance. They got her to the hospital quickly and treated her immediately. Mom says she was talking clearly that night. Grandma kept asking for fishball noodle soup. Apparently, my uncle makes it for her when she visited on the weekends. It was good to know that she was alert and hungry.

I spent most of the day with her today with my brother. She slept most of the day but she was talking and eating. She looked extra frail in that hospital bed. I know she bruises easily but those bruises left from IVs, shots and blood draws were worrisome. My aunt had my grandma's teeth, scared that the ER might lose them, so Grandma couldn't eat solid food until my aunt came back. It was sad but kinda funny. The MRI and contrast CT showed that the stroke happened on the right side of the brain. The damage is very minimal considering the area that lost blood flow during the stroke. The left side of her face still shows some facial weakness so time will tell on the actual extent of the damage.

I knew this year didn't involve enough crap yet.

Monday, April 25, 2011

Finding the answer

I say I'm frustrated at work but more and more I think I'm frustrated at life. Work just happens to be a part of life. I have more work than I have time in the day. But I can't really complain 'cause the boss goes home and does more work anyway. Granted, most of my work can't be taken home. I feel underpaid for my job. I'm sure most people feel underpaid for their job but I'm seriously making less than I used to. I can prove that. That supposed promotion didn't make me feel valued at all. I feel like no one listens to anything I say so what's the real point of my position? I'm a gopher with a veneer of credibility. Sometimes I feel like a secretary.

I'm stuck in this house under my mother's roof. She won't let me out. She needs me to help out. She's trapped me, the same way she's trapped me my entire life. I don't think I'll ever get out. There are grandiose talks of making things different but it'll never happen and never make it different. I want out and I can't.

I replaced school with work but nothing else has changed.

Monday, March 07, 2011

This doesn't help

I came across this article a few days ago. I have mixed feelings about this article and mostly negative ones. I like that the article looks at legitimate (i think, haven't checked) studies to support his claim. I fear that this book does help the women's movement in anyway. If anything, it's more like justification for the male population to take back/neglect some women's rights that were so hard fought. "Women handle pain better then they don't need all that maternity leave." Alright, that's a bit exaggerated but not unfounded. The article makes it seem like women have made huge strides in equality in the work force such as reaching the top levels of power. Although that is a noteworthy statistic, it doesn't overshadow the fact that women still hold a very small percentage of the positions of power within corporations or government.

I'm overthinking this....

Tuesday, January 04, 2011

Something on the side

I made a new blog to capture all the stories my mother has told me all these year. It's mostly just for me.