Welcome to My World!
As if it’s not bad enough that I’m testing out my third hair salon in order to get my wig right. I’m even holding up under the emotional turmoil of my father having been in the hospital for over two weeks getting prodded and poked in order to receive dialysis among other things at 78 years old and you know how much I’m a Daddy’s girl.
However, last night as I carried my teary eyes in the house from Nazereth Hospital, my daughter Kelisha calls and says, “Mom, I’m on my way to Children’s Hospital. Jazz (my 13 yr old granddaughter) fell off her bike and knocked out her four front teeth!” I can’t begin to tell you the profanity I used in between the prayers I sent up.
Anyway a few hours later and 4 teeth short, I discovered my granddaughter is a tough cookie. She didn’t shed one tear during the ordeal even when she made the decision not to have the teeth replaced, with only a 5% chance of survival.
I got home at 2:30 am only to have my brother Gregory call me at 7:30 am with the news that my father refuses to sign the papers to have the dialysis graph moved from the left arm to the right arm. Well he talked him through it and so we’re waiting to see if it works again.
I somehow managed to drive into work this morning with hip hop blasting in my ears to keep me awake especially since coffee had no impact. And here I sit nodding at my desk wondering how I’m going to make it through today – I guess I’ll have to take a page out of Jazz’s book and toughen up.
