Monday, November 26, 2007
Post Holiday Part 1
Brandi got out of the hospital on Wednesday before Thanksgiving. On Thanksgiving at 6am, her father died.
I went to Anaheim to hang out with friends for the weekend. It was ok. Lots of people and all. I started getting sick on Saturday. The kind of sick where the back of your throat hurts and it moves up and down taking the pain with it. I had to go to bed around 9 or 10pm on Saturday night. Didn't sleep at all and finally got all my stuff and went home around 7am. Had a hard day and night. Got up still feeling like shit, called into work to tell them I wasn't going to make it and then started feeling better. Oh well.
For the most part, I got through Thanksgiving ok. I just wasn't ready for the Post Holiday pain. Odd...
Monday, November 19, 2007
Hospitals and Death
Brandi is in the hospital. A friend of mine died Friday night driving home on his Harley Davidson. It’s difficult to feel good about some of the things going on in my life while there is so much tragedy.
I played my first 18 holes of golf on Saturday. I played with a good friend from the job I used to have and will be returning to in December. I played the week before with the same person but we played 9 holes. This time we decided to try 18. For the most part, I suck. So does the person I played with. So we don’t have a problem with how bad we are. On Sat we had to play with another couple. They where good at driving the ball but sucked at the short game and putting. I had a few good drives as well as a few good long putts. Physically, I seem to be doing well through all of this. Only a little sore on Sunday.
Brandi has pneumonia. It was weird going into
John was a friend of mine. We hung out on Friday night. I gave him a hug just before he got on his bike. An hour later I got a call some one tired to do a U-turn and hit him head on. He was DOA at the hospital.
This week is all about getting to Thursday. I might go diving on Thursday. Then I’m staying at a hotel in
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Anniversary
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Change Part 1
By chance, an opening became available. It is a position that requires travel 9 months out of the year. I will get to be present during testing of things that are very exciting.
At first, it looked like I would have to move to Huntsville, AL. But they where successful at getting me to stay local here in California. That might change over time but for now, I get to stay here.
Just wanted to let everyone know.
Monday, November 12, 2007
Stay at Home
So I’ll just hunker down here for now. I might look at doing some things around the house.
/sadface/
Kel
Thursday, November 8, 2007
Help
Oh, and by the way: I am not participating in the holidays at all this year. People have felt that they should invite me over for ‘this’ or ‘that’. I just wanted to let everyone know that I’ve decided to not participate at all in any of the holidays this year. So for all of you who are, I wish you the best.
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Anger Part 1
Last night I got angry. I mean really angry. Yelling, cussing, and venting on the phone angry. I won’t go into details but it was an innocent situation that was easily misunderstood. I just saw what I saw and my anger just exploded. I said things to people about people that just wasn’t right. Well… some of it….
I’m grateful I have friends that simply listen and don’t react to my feelings. They just let me get it out of my system. They know I’m not really like that. They know I’m going to go through this type of situation and my feelings are going to be all over the place. They where able take my call, listen to me scream and cuss and say it’s ok, they love me anyway.
I miss carol…
Monday, November 5, 2007
Diving is hard
After schedule conflicts and cancellations, I finally got to go on my first dive Sunday. We went to Shaw Cove in
This was my first beach entry dive where there is actual surf. Other beach entry dives had ankle slappers for waves. This day there was surf around 2 – 3 feet. When the first over head wave hit and I went under water I knew something was wrong. All of a sudden, I couldn’t breath. I could only take short breaths. I tried not to panic. I kept thinking I just need to relax. I was trying to get a fin on one foot so I could rollover on my back and get the other one on. But I couldn’t breath. Robin came over and helped me. My air on the tank valve wasn’t open all the way. Even with the regulator open all the way and out of my mouth, I still could only take short shallow breaths.
I got a DiveRite BC. It has a back plate and straps. It’s not the normal type of BC. The strap goes across the chest where as other types go across your stomach. It seems when the first wave hit me, my suit expanded and instead of going out, the strap on the BC made it expand into my chest. As soon as I open the strap, I could breathe again.
The rest of the dive was fun. Underwater navigation is fun and challenging. When we got out of the water to change tanks the surf built up to 4 to 5 feet. The instructor decided to call it a day and we would finish navigation another day. That’s when the hard part of diving comes in. With full dive gear and tank, about 60lbs, we had to climb 75ft of stairs. I was so tired when I got to the top. When I went home I was exhausted. At 7pm, I went to bed. So, I just want to let everyone know, diving is hard.
Saturday, November 3, 2007
Just Below the Surface
It’s been 232 days. Or so says the sign in front of the Safety Department here at work. 232 days since Carol died. Now that I’m getting farther and farther away, I seem to get closer and closer to the details of how she died. Odd isn’t it? Last night I was thinking about how they found her. Lying on the floor by the front door where the 911 operator instructed her to lie down and wait. When they got there, she had no pulse and was not breathing. Strange though, there was no blood in the entry way where she lied down. I was thinking last night that meant that the bleeding had stopped. My mind tells me if I was there I could have started CPR. The bleeding had stopped. I could have helped.
The other day I was coming home from the grocery store late at night. As I turned the corner and looked up the street, I could see my house with the porch light on. For a moment, just a moment, my heart skipped and I was filled with joy. “Carol’s Home!” Is what I thought. It seems that in spite of my progress that I have been making, just below the surface the pain is still there.
Friday, November 2, 2007
The Golden Rule
Wow, I can’t believe it’s been 13 days since I’ve posted. I bet I only have about 4 people who bother to come read it. Oh well. Sorry. I have had a lot going on but some of it I can’t blog, ever, some of it I have to wait to see what happens. I’ll just say that I’m going to break the golden rule of no major decisions in the first year. A unique opportunity has come up and I am waiting to see if I am selected to join. I hope so. Once I know for sure what is going to happen, I’ll share in detail about everything.