My favorite of the frustration dreams, (if you could pick a favorite, they're all so delightful, ugh) is the one where I dream of someone, like a narrator or announcer saying the word "bruxism" over and over very loudly, and then I wake up gritting my teeth. Fantastic.
So yeah, that's where I am right now if anyone is wondering. I guess frustrated is better than sad.
Funeral services for Matt Thetford, 39, of Levelland will be 10 a.m., Thursday, Jan. 24, 2008 at First Baptist Church, Levelland, Texas with Rev. Jay Macha, pastor, First Christian Church, Levelland, Texas and Bobby Bell, chaplain, Levelland Fire Department, Levelland, Texas. Burial will be in Whitharral Cemetery under direction of George Price Funeral Home, Levelland, Texas. He died Saturday, Jan. 19, 2008 at Covenant Medical Center, Lubbock, Texas.
Born on March 16, 1968 in San Antonio, Texas, he graduated from Del Rio High School in Del Rio, Texas. He attended South Plains College, Levelland, Texas, and graduated from Texas Tech Health Science Center paramedic school. He attended Texas A & M Fire School at Bryan-College Station, Texas on an annual basis and multiple area fire schools. He married Amy Horne on Nov. 3, 2002 in Las Vegas, Nevada. Matt was preceded in death by a brother, William Ashley Thetford on Feb. 18, 1967.
Survivors include his wife, Amy Thetford, of Levelland, Texas; his parents, C.E. and Margie Thetford of Del Rio, Texas; a daughter, Brooke Renee Thetford of Levelland, Texas; three sons, Matthew Crockett Thetford, Jr., Tyler Wayne Horne and Klayton Taylor Horne, all of Levelland, Texas; two sisters, Jeanie Valentine of Liberty, North Carolina and Julie Hardy of Grand Prairie, Texas.
The family suggests memorials to, Levelland EMS, 809 11th St., Levelland, Texas 79336, The Matthew C. Thetford Fireman's Scholarship Fund, c/o Levelland Fire Department, 502 Ave. F, Levelland, Texas 79336, or to First Christian Church, 311 Clubview Dr. Levelland, Texas 79336.
She was very upset over the weekend and just really really fretful, but wouldn't tell anyone what was wrong. Yesterday she finally let it all out and told us that her period is late by maybe 2 days. (Caused, no doubt by stress over my grandmother and a few other things. She's also OCD so having things happen on time is a super big deal.) So she's been in a state of utter panic thinking that she's pregnant all weekend. Riigght...so for the reasons stated above, this is a highly unlikely possibility. When asked why she thinks this she had a complete breakdown and tearfully admitted that she KISSED CHRIS ON THE CHEEK!!! Oh the horror!!
Anyway, I've found this pretty entertaining for a couple of days, and that merits a share.
Also, my grandmother seems to have turned another corner and is improving again. She got her hair cut a couple of days ago, which I'm sure helped as much as anything, and will be moving in with my mother at the first of February, fates allow.
Nan won't eat, has a hard time swallowing and sort of seems to have given up. She's said since my grandfather died (over 10 years ago), that whenever it was her time she'd be ready to go. My mother says that Nan is not in any pain, but that she mostly wants to sleep and be left alone. She is very opposed to a feeding tube. My aunt Eva Pearl followed a similar course last year, when she got sick she declared that she'd had a better offer and wasn't particularly interested in continuing in a life where the quality had diminished so much.
I'm very frustrated in this. There aren't a great number of things that I feel passionately about, but a person's right to die is one of them. This belief is in strong conflict with my (selfish) desire for my grandmother to keep fighting and get better no matter how inconvenient it is for her. I feel like I haven't had enough time with her. There are too many things that I don't know and now, she's still with us, but it's too late to find any of those things out.
I am so sad.
Justin and I both have colds...I think we're the same amount of sick, sore throats, hacking coughs, headaches and the need for 14 hours of sleep, but he's taking it worse than me. That comes from being a boy, I suppose.
School starts again in 2 weeks for Justin, so I'm trying my best not to harass him into doing things he doesn't want to, during his last little bit of "freedom," but mostly he wants to stay at home and I've got cabin fever and want to GET OUT NOW. It's very frustrating. Hmm... I guess that's all. Nothing particularly exciting going on...*yawn* Sorry for the snoozefest, but I thought I should update a little, anyway.