Bloggin From the Hosptial

First of, I am not hospitalized, my grandma is.

So, I was pretty damn excited to come home for the holiday. Due to weather, I got up early last Tuesday and headed to the Philly airport to try to catch and earlier flight. I know it was a long shot but I figured with all the weather, I better try. I say the longest security line ever and had to go through a bunch of hoops, but I got on a 8am flight back to Chicago. I wasn't supposed to leave until 1:45pm. This in itself was a miracle.

I got home and took a taxi back to Buffalo Grove. Somehow, my car manage to start. Then I went and had lunch with Rachel, which was just fantastic. After lunch we went to Barnes n Noble where I proceeded to buy books. I like books.

Later in the day, I called my mom. She was crying and hung up on me. I knew then that it had to do with my grandma and it is probably game over for her. They did a lung biopsy but I don't need to know the results. When someone says "mass in lung" it means lung cancer. I'm just waiting for the results to know how long we have. She also needs a rod to be put in her hip because he hip is about to break.

I got this news the day before my birthday. One week before I am supposed to leave for California. Then to top it off, I got an angry phone call from Rachel. I tried sending her a surprise scrapbook but the person who was making it for me screwed it all up and didn't even finish it. She was pissed about how I sent a "random" package to her apt and it didn't even have her name on it. She had a right to be pissed. I really screwed this up. I didn't hear from her again until yesterday in an email. I'm an idiot.

On a more positive note, I did go to New York City the weekend before I left for Chicago. I had an awesome time. I saw a bunch of things including a comedy show where I never laughed so hard before. I can't wait until I go back.

So, hear I am. I have spent everyday at the hospital since Christmas Eve. Part of the reason is I want to be here when the news comes. Also, my grandma isn't completely with it all the time so I talk to the doctors to find out what is going on. My grandma still wants me to go to California so I am going, but I really don't want to leave her. Believe me, I want to go. this is a really tough deal.

I plan on coming back to Chicago every three weeks to see my grandma until she gets worse, then I'll come every weekend. It's going to be a financial drain but it's what I have to do. How could I not do it?

Other than all this, not much is going on. Grandma will be numero uno priority for awhile.

I hope everyone had a good Christmas and will have a safe New Year.

Later,

Bobby

The best of times, the worst of times

I don't know how to start the post so I'll just randomly blog today.

We'll start with the easiest, work:

Work has been going pretty good. I have been getting a lot of things done and really pounding away at things. Our new director of operations started Nov. 30. He actually interviewed me for my first job at Danaher. I am very pleased that he is here. He is damn smart and likes to stick to the basics like I do. He also likes nascar and racing like I do. We're going to get along at all kinds of levels. It's pretty awesome have someone here like him.

I have been wearing my work boots more than my dress shoes. We're consolidating buildings and I have spent a good portion of my time doing some physical labor and coordinating people.

Everyday after work, I go work out. I have spent anywhere from 90-120 minutes working out. I run (training for a marathon again). and then I lift and then I want to go back to my apartment. I go home, eat, shower, and go to bed. During the week there isn't time to do anything else.

The personal life hasn't been good at all. I thought I was doing good before I came home for Thanksgiving. I had a lot of fun at home and seeing everyone, but it was very difficult to get on the plane. I almost didn't get on it. I wanted to stay. All of my hesitation has to do with the relationships that I have formed that are now stretched 800 miles. It is really tough. I am very proud of Ross and I know exactly how he feels.

I no longer know what Rachel and I are. things happened over Thanksgiving but I am not worried about it. I can't control it. I have to focus on other things as well. I just hope that she gives me a day when I come home. I have already asked her for it and she didn't really give me a response. Girls are frustrating. Damn you ladies.

Oh, my Forrest Gump Blu-ray was stolen. After a month of dealing with the USPS, I emailed amazon and BAM, two days later I now have Forrest Gump waiting safely at Rachel's house. I didn't trust my mailman to deliver it a second time.

I don't know how people do this. They move to areas where they don't know a soul. I am in that position. It is pretty damn tough. I am hoping it gets better. I know I have to just get out there and do things and hopefully I'll meet some people. I want to find some friends outside of work. Don't get me wrong, I think these people are great, but I don't think it's right to get black out drunk with them. At least not yet.

Only 12 more days and I'll be on a plane for back home. I can't wait. It's going to be a good time. Better yet, it's going to be awesome when Ross, Eric, Lisa, and myself all go to Cali!!

So, that's what's going on. Basically, my heart still belongs to Rachel. I work and workout all the time. I need to find friends. I need to explore. I need to find a new place to live. I have to take it one step at a time. Life is not a math problem. There isn't one right answer and you can't google the answer, you can't calculate the solution. Maybe there isn't one.

I guess I should be grateful for the things I do have. I have a job, I have family, and I have a place to live. Most people would kill for my spot.

I post some pics of which I have in my cube and in my apartment. They remind me of the good times I had back home.