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It is gloomily gray outside, and that, combined with the lump of dull pain in my jaw and the routine of going to the hospital to visit my mom and then returning to what I've come to see as a dark, cheerless house is driving me bonkers. Throw in an empty inbox (no work), and here I sit, the very portrait of an Unhappy Person.
At this point in time, my mom does not eat enough to keep body and soul together. As a result, at this time, the doctors are of the opinion that insertion of a feeding tube is essential. My dad and I discussed this, and I will not try to dissuade him from having the procedure performed, despite the fact that the smart money - according to the doc and to what appears to be common sense - won't be on a sudden and miraculous recovery of appetite (or anything else) by my mom.
But the issue here is not how the smart money would bet, or what the chances of recovery are. If there is one thing that my old man taught me - by example - throughout my life, it is commitment, of doing the right thing by those you are committed to, regardless of personal comfort or consquences. I cannot, will not argue with that; indeed, I trust I will continue to take inspiration from his example.
I had been thinking of going into Manhattan tomorrow to visit clients and raise their consciousness in the direction of more work. I don't know, now. I am so depressed, it's going to take an effort just to get up in the morning.
Cheers...
At this point in time, my mom does not eat enough to keep body and soul together. As a result, at this time, the doctors are of the opinion that insertion of a feeding tube is essential. My dad and I discussed this, and I will not try to dissuade him from having the procedure performed, despite the fact that the smart money - according to the doc and to what appears to be common sense - won't be on a sudden and miraculous recovery of appetite (or anything else) by my mom.
But the issue here is not how the smart money would bet, or what the chances of recovery are. If there is one thing that my old man taught me - by example - throughout my life, it is commitment, of doing the right thing by those you are committed to, regardless of personal comfort or consquences. I cannot, will not argue with that; indeed, I trust I will continue to take inspiration from his example.
I had been thinking of going into Manhattan tomorrow to visit clients and raise their consciousness in the direction of more work. I don't know, now. I am so depressed, it's going to take an effort just to get up in the morning.
Cheers...
