Belated Thanksgiving Randomness

Unless you live in another country or under a rock or something, you know that last week involved Thanksgiving Day in the United States. For me, it turned into Thanksgiving Week. We had actual people over! Guests! Good God, that’s unprecedented! I cooked a lot, drank a lot, laughed a lot (especially on Friday night), and generally had a good time. It was on Thanksgiving Day though, that I was….well, THANKFUL that we had people over.

Many of you know that last year I lost my grandmother. It was hard, to say the least. I did not get to say goodbye to her, I was not able to tell her I was sorry for past wrongs, my son did not get to see her, etc. She didn’t die on Thanksgiving Day, but she had a massive heart attack and lapsed into a coma, which ultimately led to other complications and death.

Last year, I had finished cooking Thanksgiving dinner for my family. I went to the restroom and heard the phone ring and my husband answering and talking for a few minutes. I thought nothing of it, washed my hands, came back, and sat down to eat. I don’t remember who told me the news of my grandmother, whether it was my husband or my mom on the telephone about twenty minutes later, it’s all a big blur. I couldn’t finish my dinner. I think I cried a lot. I don’t remember. I just know that my heart was aching and I was in emotional pain. Now that I’m thinking about it, I can feel all those emotions coming back to me. It still hurts.

That is why it was vital that this year we had people over. I did not want to dwell on what had happened all day long. I wanted to be happy for my family. Luckily, two of my husband’s friends accepted our invitation to come over and hang out from Wednesday until yesterday (which is why I’m barely writing this now). I had an awesome time, and except for a brief spell of tears on Thanksgiving Day while the guys were out playing ball, I managed to hold it together. We watched crappy movies, went shopping (LATE) on Black Friday, ate way too much, and generally had a good time. I don’t know if they read my blog, but thank you, Skye and Watt, for coming over. Both of you were thanking me for cooking dinner and letting you stay here, but you guys did more good for me than I can ever repay or express.

In other news, I failed at NaNoWriMo. I just got bored after 25,000 words and called it a day. Maybe I’ll try again next year. Either that, or I’ll participate in NaBloWriMo (National Blog Writing Month) next October. Writing one blog post a day seems easier than a novel.

After having my hissy fit last week about the incompetence of the Lap Band Clinic, I begrudgingly gave in and made the appointments. I have all three on December 18th. Then I’m going to march over to that damned nurse person, tell her they are completed, and try, YET AGAIN, to get medical clearance. Maybe things will be less messed up, I don’t know. I still have an appointment with the dietitian on Friday, and I’m still waiting to see when the next classes are. Maybe I'll find out 48 hours before the class instead of 24. We can only hope.