I have another epidural scheduled for tomorrow morning. I hate these things, my GOD how I hate these. I hate being put under, I hate waking up some time later having no CLUE what has happened. It drives me nuts. But the worst is how bad my back hurts when I get home. So tomorrow night and Friday will be a nightmare. Total shit hole, really. Muscle spasms will rule the day. By Sunday it will be better and Monday almost gone.
But for today, I'm going to dread it. While I'm at a funeral. Funerals suck, at least the last time I was at one, they did. This ones at one of the nicest damn places in town, so maybe it won't suck. Sorry, bad joke. Family money, and all. Reisha and her three sisters just came into SERIOUS oil money. Her grandmother left them all a trust when she did and then left the rest of her SERIOUS cash to Reisha's mom. Well, thr trust was more than enough for all of Reisha's sister's to get advanced degrees a private universities and live off campus, driver VERY nice cars, and have beautiful weddings when they got married and STILL have money for a house. ALL three of them. Now that their mom has died, lets just say that they'll all be doing that for their grandchildren as well... for a VERY long time. Serious oil money from waaaaaaaaaaay back.
I can remember these envelopes stacking up on her Gran's counter when we were over there all the time and these stacks would be 6 or 7 inches high before she'd have us get into the car to go to the bank. I saw all these evelopes from the same company thinking they were BILLS from the same company and I just innocently asked her when she was going to pay them. She would look at my like she thought I was the most precocious thing in the world and say (in her very Texas, Grand Dame voice) "Honey, I don't pay THEM!! THEY pay ME!!!" And then she'd deposit several hundred thousand dollars each and every month that we'd go, and each and every month she'd take us to the mall to cellebrate. THAT woman knew how to treat another "almost" woman!!
I had lost contact with Reisha for a few years when Gran died but we reconnected at our (ack!!) 20yr reunion back in January so I really want to be there for her mom's funeral. Her mom's house is just about 5 minutes from me so we're actually invited there afterward and I'm going to take my digital cameral. Some people will think it's in poor taste but Reisha and John won't. Nor will Reisha's sister, Treisha. (Yea, guess they couldn't come up with an original name here so we just called her sissy). We had some pretty good laughs at the wake last night. Reisha and John were supposed to go see Blue Man group and they said they were going to go drop the tickets into the coffin and jokingly say, Well, Maybe you can't see BLue Man but I'll bet you get to see the RED Man Group!!!" (a reference to being in hell) That's just the kind of jokes that got cracked last night. Bad ones I know, but you'd just have to know how bad her mom was. These girls were raised by their dad and their mom's mom if that tells you anything. THeir mom was angry at life. She was a diabetic that just didn't take care of herself and lost fingers, feet... just lots. Anyway... you get the picture. They loved her, but sometimes you've just got to laugh. And everyonce in a while she'd laugh about it too. Maybe she's proud of the beautiful and diginified service they're putting together for her. We'll save the jokes for when we're off in a corner!!