Ketchup in Packrat

My foot. I’m free! I’m free! Dr. C said my wound is healed; he didn’t even put a bandage on it. He usually asks if I have questions for him; this time he asked if there were any problems. Not with the foot, I said, but with Dr. Doom. I told Dr. C all Dr. Doom’s negative comments, which actually always make him laugh. “Don’t pay attention to him,” Dr. C smiled. “Don’t go back to him - you don’t need him. Actually you don’t need me, either.” He said I needed to return only if something happened or I wanted to talk to him. No more open wounds - now the healing is mainly cosmetic, but that’s coming along just as Dr. C and my nurses said it would.

To celebrate - and being a geek in the city - I went to the bookstore. I forget that I’m still healing and ended up in a corner on a worn chair because getting tired easily didn’t go away the instant Dr. C said I’m healed. Mr. Smith asked if I’d be ready to dance at his tribal pow wow (I’d said I would but I said that about mine); this time I had to answer that I really didn’t know - that my hold up is the fatigue I didn’t expect. That event might be too soon, so maybe my dancing debut will have to be when I see U2! (I like saying that!)

Baby. The court date had been postponed so no word yet. This time, though, the DOT’s lies have provided ammunition and reaffirm her lack of character. One of our tribal attorneys has handled cases involving children and gave my mom pointers, although he had called us for an entirely different reason. The DOT’s DUI, DWI, and living conditions (she doesn’t keep a clean house and goes out often, leaving Baby to sleep with her grandfather) can come under scrutiny; her accusations don’t include the day care or the young men who come to the house because of her sons.

A couple of days ago I bought Baby a stuffed kangaroo, and yesterday my mom bought her new books; we both just have the feeling that Baby will be back soon.

Attorney. He told my mom that S and one of the other attorneys think very highly of her and me. I can believe it of the young attorney, but S’s actions have shown me otherwise. Maybe once upon a time and only if I’m perfectly healthy - when I feel healthier now.

Deadlines. I got back just in time to write an annual Governing Council report, a monthly report, budget and budget narrative (due today), and now a wrap up for a small grant. It’s stressful to be facing deadlines so soon but they give me a feeling of accomplishment to get things done on time.

Now only a few stragglers remain at work. Our library closes later than the tribal offices, and sometimes someone in government or administration stays to finish projects; not being a morning person I tend to get on a roll later in the afternoon then don’t want to cut myself off. Sometimes I don’t know how late it is until I come up for air and see deep shadows outside. Today I wait for my mother, who had a doctor’s appointment and had been taken there by a transporter; they’re almost here. She gets annoyed sometimes when I stay late but I’m sure she’s glad now! After dinner we can watch my America’s Most Haunted Places DVD (I also bought Lincoln documentaries, but she doesn’t like him, although he played music for her at his tomb). Exciting times! haha That’s about all I can handle at the moment!

Last updated July 19, 2017