Wednesday, 21 July 2010

Productivity, Planning, and Pleasant Surprises

People are most productive at the office first thing in the morning.  So they say.  I enjoy my breakfast and ease into my workday.  Well, now I do.  I haven't always.

The past year has been filled with so many derailing events that I don't remember what I'm like when I'm most productive.  I'm in crisis mode: all focus is on effectively managing the unexpected events as they come.  This keeps me from becoming overly stressed out.  Anyway, there are peaks and valleys, and even though it appears on paper as though my life is filled with valleys, I can't pretend that I'm not just the slightest bit optimistic about my plans for the future.

This post seems all over the place, I'm sure, the way that I seem so to many people around me right now.  But there is focus.  There are plans, goals, and targets being met. Rest assured that 'crisis mode' is not negative, and not an impediment to my attaining my dreams.

What gets me through times like this are the pleasant surprises.  Amidst the unmitigated circumstances that currently govern my thoughts and actions, there are yet the unexpected moments that make it all worthwhile, such as making new friends, having fun in ways that I didn't anticipate, and discovering new plans that were ever more exciting than the ones I already had.

Saturday, 3 July 2010

July 2nd

...marks the day that mom was admitted to the hospital for blood sugar at 47.7  (normal blood sugar is 4), and the second time I've been to that hospital in that Emergency room, and that area within it: the resuscitation one.  Frankly, I didn't realize that it was that serious, but that goes to show how apparent consciousness can be misleading.  My mom needed to be "resuscitated".

She's in the hospital now, as they have admitted her, hooked her up to machines, and told us that she has to meet with someone on Monday who will assess her ability to take care of herself and "recommend" "solutions" for her... Or should I just say "confirm her inability" to take care of herself and "dictate the actions we should take" because that's what it sounded like the doctor was really saying.

In a way, it's what I wanted: tests to be done, proof that she had problems that weren't being addressed by her current doctor and specialists, and help for her to address them.  But the way it happened feels unsettling: using her dizziness against her when it was the result of diligently following negligent doctors' orders.

I'm not sure what to think.
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