Random Update
Next week I have to go to a small college town for my State certification training. I’m in some ways looking forward to it because this training will help me see what I’ll really be doing as a job/career. The good thing is that since I’m still an employee of my airline I will be able to fly there and drive an hour to the small town as opposed to driving four hours from my home. Even though I’m glad I’m not a flight attendant any more flying for free at this point is coming in useful. Of course the bad part is that when I come home Friday, all the flights are full which means that I can really see myself sitting at the airport all day and in some strange way I picture myself buying a ticket to fly home which is going to make me angry but I’m trying to wrap my mind around it.
I bought a new lap top which I’m using right now. I really did miss typing in bed. The laptop is nice but I see that I have to really type hard on these keys.
This thing with Terri Schiavo is really confusing me. At first I didn’t get what all the hoopla was about. She was brain dead and she should just be put out of her memory. Things changed when I was discussing the issue with my Mom and she reminded me that my Grandmother was bedridden and pretty much non-responsive to us for the last 3 years of her life. She lived with my Mom and Dad and they took care of her. She had a feeding tube. Back then we had to pour Ensure into this bag that went into her stomach. We would swap her mouth with water every 3-4 hours and sometimes we would swap her mouth with Coke which she loved so much. My Grandmother at the end couldn’t really talk much. She would respond to her name and she could squeeze our hand. When I would visit my parents I would often just sit in her room and talk to her. She of course couldn’t talk back but I got to know her. Does that make sense?
My Grandmother died at 90+ years old from nothing in particular. I always thought that I would be relieved when my Grandmother died. I thought it was going to be a relief. Of course it wasn’t and I was devastated. So now I’m putting myself in Schiavo’s parents place. I can’t imagine having to pretty much sit back and watch your child die. It’s not like their taking her off life support or a breathing machine where she’d die in a couple of minutes or an hour. This is going to take days and maybe weeks. Then I’m thinking about the grieving husband. It bugs me that he wouldn’t divorce her. He has moved on with his girlfriend and children. Now I have no problem that but why not just divorce her. Hasn’t he kind of given up his rights as her husband when he got a girlfriend and children by her? I don’t know. This is really pretty sad.
Ok this is my last thing I want to talk about. I’m old. I realized the other day that at 37 it would not be too far out of the question for me to be a grandparent myself. Doing the math I could have had a child at 16 which would make my child now 21 and hence I could be a grandparent. Ok I could have had a child at 21 and my young daughter could now make me a grandparent. I don’t understand what happen. I don’t feel old. Not all the times at least. The majority of people who I work with are in there early 30’s, late 20’s. Of course there’s people there in their late 50 and one guy is 64 so I’m probably the bottom of the old scale. I’m not sure why it buttered me so much when my coworker told me in just that she should call my Grandpa. I know she didn’t really mean it but it just bugged me. I’m not going into this age thing well and there’s a small part of me that I wish I was 30 again. Not sure why, I guess just for the ability to say that I’m 30. 30 sounds better than 37 doesn’t it. Ok I need to move on.
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