This holiday season has been generally jolly; we're winding down and getting ready, over the course of the next week to send everyone back from whence they came. It will definitely be bittersweet with a dollop of "my house will be clutter-free to my borderline-OCD standards all the time now!".
Tomorrow is Grownup Girl's San Diego bridal shower. The Pinup Girl is hosting, but at my house as she lives in a studio apartment. All I had to do was make sure the house was clean, so I am very looking forward to the party. GuG's family from her biological dad's side will be there and it is not very often that everyone gets together; as you can imagine, it's complicated--though less so since GuG is an adult.
OMomK and her girls will be here as well as a friend of my mother's who has known GuG her whole life--thank you Facebook for making it so easy for us to stay connected.
That's the good news.
The not-so-good news is that GuG got very sick several weeks ago--bad cold accompanied by a terrible cough. She went to the Minute Clinic once and got codeine for the cough, but they gave her a pitiably small amount and even though her mother told her to go in again and get more and she still had the cough when it ran out. This was no polite cough, it was more a body-wracking event. It was, in fact, a rib-cracking cough. Eventually she did go back and got more codeine--as well as all sorts of antibiotics, some Percocet and an offer of morphine, but the damage was done. To add additional suckage to this turn of events, she finished paying her 2012 insurance deductible on 12/28 and was back at urgent care in the new year working on the 2013 deductible. Sigh.
The silver lining was that because it was a school break, she got a few days to spend in bed in a drugged-out haze. She went back to work today (albeit with Grownup Guy as a driver) because if she doesn't finish her hours she doesn't get her doctorate.
The worse bad news is that she is supposed to fly to Chicago and then drive to Montana and spend two months on an Indian reservation doing her ambulatory pharmacy rotation. All of us, plus the doctor, are skeptical about that being possible what with all the ice-scraping that happens in the dead of winter in Montana. We have fingers crossed (and wouldn't mind a little blogger juju and good thoughts sent our way) that the school will find her a replacement rotation in Chicago--where they have public transportation and she will have a fiance to scrape ice if necessary.
There is a Plan C if the above doesn't work out, but one thing DBT taught me (and if I can learn this, anybody can) is that there is no point in worrying about Plan C until you find out if Plan B is viable.
I'll let you know how it turns out.