Work Day #9
08/31/2004 04:18 p.m.
In a string of 11 straight days. I'm tired, but content. I get to have Friday off, and Monday too (Labor Day) so I can't complain about a four day weekend. Have to take grandmother to Portland on Sat. AM for blood work, a little hiccup in the R&R, but otherwise looking forward to the looooooooong weekend.

Got a call last night from my mother...my brother's 13 yr old daughter has just been diagnosed with juvenile onset Type I Diabetes. Poor little dear - she's going to be alright now that she has an insulin pump, but the whole thing started with a 15lb weight loss followed by a brief but frightening diabetic coma before they figured out what was going on. I'm going to have to keep an eagle eye out for my own children given that both my mother and father suffer(ed) from diabetes (Dad died of a heart attack secondary to complications with his diabetes at the age of 52).

Other stuff going on, but to write it out would just be goofey. Sometimes my life reads like an unbelievable, overdramatic novel. I want my character to be the heroine, but I don't seem to measure up to the standard. *sigh*
I am currently Detached
I am listening to my wafting perfume