Whack It Off!

I may do

the no-no thing again here

and not include any photos,

we'll see how it goes at the end...

Today

On a whim

Or a bee in my bonnet

Or a bug up my butt

I walked by a low cost hair salon

in the miserable 108 degree heat and

yanked open the door and said

quietly to the girl who sweetly said

"Can I help You?"...

I said 

"Whack it off"

She did

This attitude is a repeat of one last week

where I was standing next to my client's beautiful pool,

on the final day of the move and while

my ex SIL was talking to me..

I jumped into the pool fully clothed..

Fully clothed in long jeans mind you

and happily swam around the next half hour

with my SIL in stitches snapping pics.

I drove home sopping wet sitting on a towel

I grabbed from the charity pile.

so has the old mare finally lost it?

worked herself into a whack a doodle state of mine?

follow this story..

The client, the one I've nearly lived with

 the last three months,

had a major set back

2 weeks ago.

Her husband with Alzheimers, 

managed to find the hidden car keys, 

took the car so fast

 she never heard him and took off. 

He has no license

He has not driven in a couple years,

and not at night for many more years

 He would quickly be lost and confused

  He disappeared at 8 p.m. on a Tuesday

He was missing for 18 agonizing hours.

My friend lived through this horrible night

in absolute terror.

He was found in southern CA! 5 hours away

 the next afternoon,

on the side of the highway after running out of gas.

Now I could rant about the fact that the HP did 

not put out an alert for many many hours

(shame on those rules with AZ patients)

BUT they did finally do an APB

 which is how he was found.

We'll never know where or how he did

it as he cannot tell us.

He was dehydrated and incoherent 

so they took him by ambulance

 to a hospital near Temecula,

where they proceeded

to nearly kill him by

misdiagnosis, ignorance and a DR 

who was an ASS!

My friend and two of his kids rushed to his side

and went through a week of hell.

Finally this past weekend

after much legal wrangling,

 they had to rent a LEAR

jet $$$$$$ to get him to MN 

to a good hospital and good care.

Meanwhile I was left to finish the move

 and deal with all the remaining details.

My SIL was engaged to aid the process

as it was now impossible to complete alone 

without the homeowner. 

Things went pretty well for us here while things

were insane for my client and her husband.

The words NIGHTMARE and DISASTROUS

apply.

Imagine dealing with such a medical crisis while

folks were packing up your whole house and moving you

at the same time..and now folks are on the receiving end
 unpacking her as she hospital sits in MN with him.

God Bless Them All

Which brings me to whack it off

I am a mite distressed by the world at the moment.

Sunday was my B-day and although I received

some lunch invites etc, I chose to hole up 

in my pj's and just veg, listening to music, and reading.

The plane disappearance, plane shot down, conflicts and wars

killing of innocent civilians, kidnapping, burning of children,

political idiocy, and looming environmental 

issues have me feeling so upset that I am 

frozen in time and space.

I have worked non stop for months to ease

the burden of a family only for that

family to be put through another kind of turmoil

that has not lessened, and there is nothing

 now that I can do to help.

I feel lost without purpose or joy

The kids are coming in August

for belated B-day

and I will be happy again 

but for now

I want to whack it off

All the pain and sadness and fear

that humans are causing.

I will jump in pools

 and sit on the bottom 

like I did as a child

no harsh sounds, 

enveloped in a water womb

making it all go away 

if only for a moment...

When I resurface

I am angry

 sad

 bitter

and frustrated

I am searching to 

WHACK It Off!

We are so much better than this

start fresh

start again

find the hope

I haven't even looked in the mirror to see 

the new "Whack Job"

not sure I care either way

No pics and not funny

but an honest tale from

old grey

Z