Got the blues so bad I’m paralyzed! Seriously need to take the dog for a walk, but I need to get this out quickly, I think.
Picked dog up from daycare on Friday evening. There’s construction going on downtown close to my place and my street is nearly shut down, so I took the dog to this divey bar (it’s indoor/outdoor and they are cool with dogs) and had a beer and a burger while traffic subsided. So much for eating great. Kinda blew it this whole weekend.
Home and in bed by 8ish.
Saturday I avoided talking with The Scot because (A) he blew me off for our usual 6am FaceTime appointment, and (B) it seemed like we were both avoiding the inevitable.
Texted a bit with Dr. D. He was on call all weekend.
Mom and Dad drove out so we could go to dinner and the concert last night.
WOW. What a time we had! I truly had a great time with my folks, but I didn’t realize how STRESSFUL it was until I woke up this morning feeling like I’d been beaten up the night before!
First, my parents are old now and they are very slow-moving. My mom walks with a cane and is extremely slow and can’t really climb stairs anymore.
We had a lovely dinner at the hotel where I had them stay for the night (my apartment is just too small and not very comfortable for overnights - unless they are in my bed, heh) , and then we got Lyft out to the concert venue where the line to get it wrapped alllllll the way around the block!
And it was a cold and rainy night!
I told my parents to stay where they were and I’d go find security to see if we could get some assistance - we were going to need to use a side elevator to get up to the balcony in this old venue and also to see if we could get through the line a little quicker because I was with some slow-moving elderly folks. The woman at the door was fine with telling me how to find assistance once we got inside the venue, but she told us we’d have to go to the back of the line like everyone else (even though I’d purchase what are deemed “VIP seats”…which were NOT cheap - in fact, it’s the most I’ve EVER spent on a concert in my life. Nothing comes even close!).
ANYWAY. As we were sloooowly shuffling down the sidewalk to try to get to the end of the line, my dad was ahead of us and I was behind my mom and she was struggling soooo hard on the cracked walk. So this group of very cool people told us to get in line with them. I said that’s OK, but they insisted and the people behind them were so very cool to let us cut in line. I was BEYOND thankful and had to run to get my dad who’d gone all the way around the block to get to the back of the line. GEEZ! THEN we had to shuffle all the way back to where mom was. OMG. It was exhausting! All of this, in the misty rain!
THEN! Once we finally got inside the venue, we then had to wait for security to take us to a side kind of back room where the freight elevator was. LORD. After about 15 minutes someone came and got us and was like, ‘FOLLOW ME’ but she walked so fucking fast and my dad followed, but my mom was so busy watching her own feet and there were a million people and mom was freaking because she thought we were lost!
Luckily I’d been to this venue a few times before and I knew which direction my dad went and I had a feel for where we needed to go, but do you see how crazy this is trying to get old folks through a crowded event?
I’m beyond thankful that this was a wonderful, wonderful, very respectful crowd and truly everyone who saw us struggle just wanted to help!! One guy came up and asked my mom if she wanted him to block the crowd so she could walk through! It was sweet and humbling and I was so thankful to everyone who tried to help us.
We FINALLY made it to the fucking elevator (good god, out of breath and only to the elevator!) and eventually to our fabulously awesome seats. Yay me for getting us very good tickets - they were SO worth it last night.
The show was wonderful and I know my dad (and mom) enjoyed it - I had to get mom some earplugs, ha! …and then it was time to do the reverse drill all over again! UGGHHH!
I will spare you the details, but imagine the same damn thing to the elevator and then back out into the spitting rain to get another Lyft in the traffic and the crowds.
Finally got my parents back to their hotel and I walked the rest of the way home - a block - in the rain. Kind of depressing.
First thing this morning, The Scot and I had a talk via FaceTime and he told me all about how he was needing a break at his work and his plan to work on his health and yada yada…which is all fine and good, but I could tell that he wasn’t going to address the elephant in the room.
So I did.
I just came out and asked him if he was coming in February like he’d told me a million and one times before. He said NO like I knew he would. And even though it was hard to hear, it absolutely wasn’t unexpected. In fact, I was a little relieved I suppose.
So. It didn’t really feel like a breakup or anything, but man…what an emotional and physical experience it felt like afterwards. I have been absolutely EXHAUSTED since.
It’s been all I could do to go have breakfast with my folks and send them off, do a load of laundry and kind of straighten the kitchen and walk the dog (it’s time to take her out again!).
Meanwhile, today is Dr. D’s birthday and he’s been on call all weekend. Apparently only got 3 hours sleep last night, has had 3 transplants today and may have one more before it’s all said and done…
And then he told me how well it’s gone and that he LOVES what he does and has had wonderful patients today and he loves helping people and my heart just melted.
Top that off with a message from Best Bud telling me that she’d talked with one of her doctor besties who went to school with Dr. D who reported back that he’s one of the GOOD GUYS…that even in school when they were super wild, he was always a very good guy. Much more conservative (ah-ha!) than the other ones, but just an all-around well-rounded package.
And that made me feel soooooo good. I am digging him today. I’m hoping beyond hope for Wednesday and a romantic spark.
But for now, I need to get on with Sunday night stuff - including walking the poor dog who probably needs to poop really bad.
xox,
GS
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