From House Wife To Film Maker

A week has slipped by and I haven’t blogged.  Mercy!  However I do want you to know that I think about it a lot.  The problem has been time.  The last week was  jamming.  All good, just BUSY.  I’ve barely even been on to check my email for days…

What’s been going on?  Here’s the highlights…

Tuesday my daughter Blessing took her car into the garage.  She called me while I was at work to tell me the mechanic told her that it was going to cost so much to fix her car she may as well trade it in and not to drive it anymore than she had to, if at all.  She doesn’t have the money for such a venture so the call was awash with tears and sobs.  She cried on and off pretty much the rest of the day.  I was working till 8 that night so I was not able to help her any.  In that time she went to a couple nearby car places and discovered she can’t get a loan without a co-signer.  I don’t qualify to co-sign, her father won’t.  Sooooo Wednesday, after I took Zac home from school at 11:30 and made him a lunch, I spent the day holding my daughter together as we: went to a bank to see what could be done.  Result…too young, no credit.  Went to a used car lot where her brother got his car and 8 of his co-workers.  She liked a car, the price was very good, but still she would need another $2,700 on top of her car to buy it.  Which she doesn’t have.  So we left.  By then it was time for us both to go to our evening employment.  She was doing pretty good by then.  Frustrated, but better.

The result of her car troubles?  On Thursday we had a little family meeting with her father, me, and her sister Sarah.  Why Sarah?  Well, this was where Sarah found out that the car that her father bought last summer for her to use to drive to school really wasn’t as he told her, “her” car, it was his and she could use it and now Blessing was get it to use for a few months, till she saved up the money she needed to buy another car.

This was the point where we all waited for Sarah’s 17 year old reaction…  I have to say that we were all pleasantly surprised.  She took it very well.  Oh, she wasn’t twinkling but she wasn’t screaming and such.  So, that was great.  I’m proud of her.

Course the way her father had lined up the conversation had left her little room.  He said, “In this family whenever someone needs help we do what we can to help them.  Well your sister needs help in a major way since her car is undriveable.  So I’m going to let her use my car, which you drive for the next few months…”  But believe me, even with that line up we were all holding our breath on this one, ready for the tsunami to rise up out of the ocean.  So far there’s been none and it’s been a week.  PHEW.

Last Thursday, after a two hour meeting in the morning brain storming the creation of a video that our business is going to be shooting, I took Zac to a doctor appointment.  We were there for soooooo long that Zac fell asleep.  Sooooo long that even I fell asleep, sitting upright, in a slouchy position, elbows propped on the arm rests, head dropped sideways, right there in the middle of the waiting room.  This may not sound like a big deal to you but this isn’t something I do…fall asleep in a busy waiting room.  You know, a waiting room, the place where a bunch of people surround you sitting with spouses, children, friends, and relatives.  The place where everyone’s all butted up against each other trying to act like there’s no one around them until something occurs and forces the issue.  The place where everyone’s faces are turned up watching the show that’s broadcasting on the very small TV suspended from the ceiling, regardless of what’s on because it gives everyone something to distract themselves with.  The TV that I’m so thankful for because until a few years ago there wasn’t a single TV to be found in any waiting room in any hospital leaving my children and I to log up teem hours in a “time warp” of nothingness…  Yeah, that’s the place I fell completely asleep.   All that down time, just sitting, waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting, I just couldn’t keep my eyes open.  I was so out that after about 40 minutes of sleep I woke up, looked around, saw others were asleep and zoned directly back out again.  And here’s the thing…I didn’t care.  All total, I believe I slept an hour and 10 minutes.

I guess there really is a first for everything.

As sleepy as I may have been waiting for the appointment I wasn’t when I left.  I was feeling energized.  The tests showed that things have improved.  Not tons and bunches, but they’ve improved.  Improvement is wonderful.  Improvement is comforting.  Improvement is what is necessary to keep my son off dialysis.  So hooray for improvement regardless of how small.

Otherwise this past week I’ve worked a ton.  I’ve been with my kids.  Had meetings.  Planned and progressed with our businesses.  Watched the movie “Precious”, not all at once the time wouldn’t permit that so it had to be viewed in two different chunks.  Nearly finished Trumps book, “Think Big and Kick Ass”.  Found another that I bought, “Never Be Late Again”–I have high hopes for that book, see I have this little problem in that department–, my mother went into the hospital on Sunday, she’s having a problem with a valve in her heart, so been on the phone a lot with that situation. Some times living closer would be nice.  It took the entire day to muddle through the hysteria and second hand information from different ones in and out of the family.  Having been in the medical world for nearly 19 years I have learned to take things slow and stay calm, not chose the scary words to build “diagnosis” out of, and how to really listen.  I was so glad when I finally was able to speak to a nurse, late that night, who gave me the correct information which took my mother from a major, she’s going to die, heart attack to what it is, not a heart attack, but a valve not working properly and needs surgery to repair.  She doing better.  She’s in ICU and will remain there for possibly a week as her heart rate randomly keeps going up.  They’ll do surgery when she’s stronger.  Most likely in a few weeks.  She’s nervous but I think she’s doing well with the whole thing considering they’ll have to do open heart surgery and that is not something she wants to do at all.

After all this I know you’re asking, “What is going on with your business?”  Well LOTS!!!!!  And I only wish I could tell you what the direction and plans are and that we’re actively bringing into life.  But I can’t just yet…

And came out of my slump I wrote about last.
I can’t just yet, but soon I’ll be able to and I’m looking forward to that day.

Night, love ya,
Theresa Jane

Tags: dialysis, heart valve troubles, Trump

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