Too Much to Handle

I have not written a blog for like 3 months. I think I skipped November all together.. but I have a lot of things going on so I need to write about them.

Start.. my moms sick. Really sick in the hospital been in there since Thursday morning sick. So last Monday my mom started getting sick (flu). She had fever, chills, bodyache etc. So we thought nothing of it because it's flu season. So, Wednesday rolls around and she said that she was still feeling really horrible and that we needed to postpone our Thanksgiving dinner toward the end of the weekend. Fine.. no biggy since it would just be us 4 anyhow (mom, dad, sister and myself). So, Thursday morning my dad calls me and says.. "hey, take your mom to the dr. today she said her chest hurts and she's having some difficulty breathing", and at this point he was calm. So, about 15 minutes later I'm on my way to my parents house to go pickup my mom and take her to the dr. I call my dad back so I could suggest he start calling the different medic-1s to see what is open (since it is Thanksgiving). He answers the phone in grave panic. "Nevermind, nevermind. I just called 911. They are on their way.. she is barely breathing and I think she is passing out" and he hung up on me. PANIC! So, my family and I spent the entire Thanksgiving day in the emergency room. My mom was in ICU up until last night, she got her own room. She will be in the hospital until they find out what is wrong with her, which by the sound of things is just about everything! She has pneumonia, emphysema, heart failure a virus etc. They don't know. I know that she had nothing wrong with her before she got sick. So I think it is just a viral infection. She is feeling better though and shes sitting up and eating and everything. I'm still worried non-stop.
So.. Dave came home this weekend. Poor guy. He spent most of the weekend watching me flip out and fight with my sister, slam cabinets, and complain. AND.. the most amazing guy.. he watched my dogs a lot and ended up having to clean up Charlie's shit every single time. I think Charlie has anxiety when I leave. He shit in the house EVERY single time I left. I love Dave for being such a trooper (and hes still calling me LOL). However, on a lighter note. Dave and I went to go see Cirque De sole "Kooza" on Saturday night. It was AWESOME! Coolest thing I've seen lately.

Oh, and on top of that I have pms and I'm trying to diet. I really want a beer, but .. it would make me want to smoke and I refuse to smoke EVER again.. not while drinking, not while driving, not while bored.. not if I was paid. So I feel like I'm dying. I'm going to be a fat miserable cow soon. So I think I'm going to go exercise after work.

Oh, speaking of work. I move to a new office on Monday. I'm pretty excited.