kvetching up

Abby is 18. I know this. Still, her decision to take the train from SeaTac down to Lumen to hang out with friends in the footprint of the Taylor Swift concert aura caused me no small amount of stress last night. Part of it is I just know she isn't as street wise as I was when I was her age. I rode the bus regularly through Rainier Beach as a kid, not infrequently, and always alone. I saw more crazy things by the time I was her age then she can know. When I expressed concern about her plan, she countered with, "I used to ride the train every day to go to school." This is true. She did.  From the U-District station to the first stop downtown. For context, that is like going to the petting zoo where they give out free cotton candy versus going to a hunting park dressed in a meat suit and armed only with a kazoo.   So, she left last night around 7, drove to the SeaTac Park and Ride, an adventure in itself, and got off down at the stadium stop. At around 10:00 I texted asking ...

 Entry 1     9:20 a.m. It's all too much for Jenny. It's all too much for the girls. It's all too much for me. Jenny's abdominal pain has yet to go away completely, which was the promise of the procedure. She took her morning pain relief medicine, and the pain stopped, so that is some progress. But yesterday was incredibly hard for her. She really didn't move from the couch. Last night I drove Chris' family to the airport--Abby shuttling 2 of the 5 people in her car. The plan had been for Jenny to drive one of the cars. She was too weak. While we were taking the family to the airport, Jenny tried to get up from the couch to wash a mug. She was too winded to do it when she got to the sink.  I made breakfast yesterday  morning for everyone, Jenny and a couple friends, Abby and I.  Jenny complained of being in pain still, and I made sure she got her medication. I suggested that by today the celiac plexus block procedure should work. I didn't really know, ...