September 19th, 2008


I walk down the hallways of this cold hospital and overhear people talk about the damage that was afflicted on their property: “It was HORRIBLE! We were w/o power for 10 hours, can you believe it?!” Things of that sort. Things of that sort make me want to say things to them that will get me fired.

I am lucky, blessed, whatever the term is you want to use, and as soon as my power was restored (48 hours later…I am soooooo lucky) I jumped on the internet and watched the carnage that was my birthplace. No matter how much I groaned and moaned about it, it’s still the place that raised me. It’s kind of like the parent you don’t talk to that you fight with every single time you see them, and then the last time you see them they’re in a casket and you’re there to watch them go six feet in the earth. Well, Galveston was my abusive father and my alcoholic mother (speaking figuratively, of course).

I moved away in 2005. The only time I went back was to see one friend and my mom and sisters her brother and his family – and that was usually just on holidays.

My mom drove up from Galveston last Thursday to stay with me, thinking she could go back home on Monday. My sisters stayed with friends in Sugarland (why they didn’t stay w/ me is a post all in its own), and we just watched. The tv stayed on up until we lost power at 2 AM Saturday morning. I couldn’t watch it for that long, but I guess now I know where my obsessive gene comes from: my mother; because that’s all she did for 20 hours. My mom found out that despite being two blocks off the seawall, that her home received absolutely NO DAMAGE. Water didn’t even creep in.

Those I’ve talked to that stayed or got back into the island said it looks like a war zone. One of the reasons I haven’t been watching the news is because I think they’re a bunch of liars, but THAT’S a post all in its own too.

Aside from that, I’ve been working too much and hiding. What else is new? BUT I have made new friends in Houston and I’m becoming more social. My neighbors are kick ass and it’s a close-knit community. We all help each other out. Not all of my neighbors, just the ones downstairs from us and the couple next to them. I’ve actually been feeling better emotionally…yes, I’m back on meds, but it was mandatory. My anxiety was getting so bad to the point to where I had to shut the blinds in my office because of my newly formed fear of heights (I’m only on the 7th floor), and I couldn’t be around 3 people at a time. I think I posted something about these months back. Well, it was acute but the Clonazepam and Lamictal have been helping. TMI, whatever.

I post ADD blogs everyday on Twitter, so find me there: (although my thingy is set to private, so you have to have an acct to read my posts)

And if you need visuals, check out my Flickr page…you have to have an account and add me as a contact if you want to see all of my photos because there are some I don’t want just everyone to see:

So I’m going to be lame and say that my heart goes out to everyone right now (lame but true).