As the stress turns

My mother is still in the hospital.  Every day she thinks she’s coming home but the nurse tells me differently. Her speech is really slurred, more so than usual. I’m beginning to wonder if she had a small stroke. It wouldn’t surprise me, and it wouldn’t be her first.

Another plumbing disaster, of sorts. I was doing laundry on Saturday, and ended up creating a really large puddle. It was happening when the washer would empty. I called the plumber just in case there was a leak in a pipe, which was what I suspected. Turns out there is a leak- the water is not flowing out to the septic tank. Its backing up and overflowing instead. I’d draw you a visual but I can’t draw. So we have to have the septic tank pumped and the soonest they can do it is tomorrow morning. I need to do laundry, too, so it kinda sucks. Luckily we have two septic tanks-one for the bathrooms, and a separate one for the kitchen and garage, so the problem is not effecting the toilets and showers. That would have sucked ultra super duper big time. I have a feeling that tank probably needs to be pumped too, but if that can be avoided this month, all the better. This has gotten expensive enough.

I’m stressed out. I’m worried about my mom. I’m not sleeping well. I’m not getting to the gym. But I am listening to a lot of music and getting some knitting done. I’ve pretty much thrown in the towel for Nanowrimo, at over 17,000 words. I should be at 25,000 by now. Maybe if a mood really strikes I’ll give it a try. I didn’t anticipate this much trouble during the month to begin with, but who does?

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