Today might be a teensy bit of a struggle! I work 6:45am until 3:00pm and then I have to be at Crown Isle for 3:15pm to meet a bride and her mother and sister for makeup applications. Somewhere also in that 15 minutes between driving there, I have to stop and get gas because my meter is on ‘GET GAS NOW, YOU LUNATIC’.

And I have arrived at work to find the debit machines and the internet are both down and have been down since yesterday afternoon. So I have a stack of chits to process, and on top of that – I can’t process them because they’re still not working. The KF Spa is seriously ghetto.

Last night I packed most of ‘my room’ and Phyllis packed the hall closet. The living room is practically all packed – just furniture really remains and our electronics. My computer is certainly the last thing to be packed. Phyllis may pack the keyboard out from under my hands, but that’s what on-screen keyboards are for. The kitchen too has been packed (or at least a great deal of it has) and it’s not even the 10th yet. Phyllis claims we’re not going fast enough. We move on the 24th. I’m fairly certain that gives us loads of time considering, Tristen is packing his own room. So the big jobs left are the hallway closets, junk in our bedroom and the rest of the kitchen.

We went to mom and dad’s for coffee. Trav and Jordan are on their way to Hotel Lake – which to me sounds like a whole lotta luxury but Travis has informed me it’s camping old school style. After coming home, I readied my kit for today and watched most of …First do no harm. It is actually an AWESOME movie.

It’s about a child who suddenly starts suffering from epilepsy and starts taking seizures incredibly frequently. Like every five minutes of the film, and Meryl (heroine that she is) is the mother who is dealing with watching her little boy slowly be put under throngs of drugs with side effects so damaging that she can’t understand why they are being used. She actually said something I loved. Something along the lines of… “You put him on the medication, that gives him side effects and you give him more medication to cure the side effects. You’re giving him drugs to cure the cure!”Anyways it’s getting so good!! The little boy at this point is virtually comatose from the drugs and still having life threatening seizures.

And basically the snapping point for Meryl is when he takes a particularly bad seizure and they inject something in to him that someone carried over in a Styrofoam cup and the drug ate out the bottom of the cup. And then the doctor said “Put it in a rectal syringe – and make sure it’s metal not plastic.”. So now I am at the part where Meryl went and learned about epilepsy and called for an out of town doctor and got an appointment (the only other appointment was three months down the road). The hospital would only give her permission to take him if she met a whole list of requirements (including an accompanying doctor). She’s not covered by a health plan (damn United States) so she can’t afford it and they know it. So she has bundled him up and is making a break for the entrance! :D Wooooot.

So as I am clutching my pillow, Meryl is just going down the elevator, having avoided a few floors of doctors and she is just exiting... and a security guard just stepped in front of her. AAHHHHHH... and pause.

Phyllis came in at that time, ready to go to bed - so off went the movie. I shall finish it tonight! :D