This morning even though I took all of yesterday off and slept, rested, watched 3 episodes of Altered Carbon, and finished my latest sketch, I am still stressed this morning. Grrr...
My brother called about 7 a.m yesterday. He was crying. Pain plus an anxiety attack during. the night had wiped him out plus being Day 3 after surgery, notorious for being the worst Nikki stepped into his room as we were talking and helped him. She called me later with reassurances and the hope that a new plan in which he goes to rehab till he gets his strength back plus some much needed occupational therapy is moving into place.
This is all so sad and the situation is complicated, at least for for me, by the memories of all the years the family has suffered from his anger, his drug abuse and the resulting isolation, as well as the knowledge that he abused every woman he ever touched. He behaved like a first rate asshole most of the time. Now he needs us, wants our care, support and love. I am unsure how much sacrifice one need make for such a jerk. I'm torn and confused and wish I would stop thinking about it. Knowing my self well, I'm no doubt feeling guilty for not visiting yesterday.
But I don't have the time to ponder this crap because I am taking my granddaughter out to lunch for her 14th birthday and hosting a family get together after that.
I am grateful that the giant cookie is made and appreciate the husband for vacuuming and mixing up the cookie dough. He may not be good at offering comfort, but he's great at practical stuff. And, it was awesome to discover that I had enough candles for her to blow out. And even though I forgot the ice cream, the restaurant is close to the grocery store.