Sick & Sucks

Man have I been looking forward to seeing my son in St Louis. The first few days went well, but I noticed he sounded horrible with a deep cough like broncitis. So, I lectured him about drinking more water, taking cold meds, and staying in bed when he was not working. He started a new job, so could not take off...and he wants to be responsible so he can keep his own apartment...not move back home. I do not blame him, I was the same way and never went back either...

But...I am sick of staying indoors (his small apartment)I guess when we imagine these things they seem far more exciting than it turns out...it is 21 degrees outside and I have asthma, so I cannot walk far, or it triggers a whole lot of shit! Not sure, but I just had to say something...told my hubby I wanted to rent a car and drive down to Texas and see old friends, and see him. He is there for a conference for the whole week, and it would only take me eight hours to drive straight through. But...rental cars are so freaking expensive and I cannot take my sons (my car really) and leave him car-less and sick. So guilt prevents me from being frivilous...

What am I doing? TV, computer blog reading, internet surfing, cause I already cleaned his apartment. No cooking good fun food because he does not feel like eating. Just bacon swiss grill cheese, and water. Oh, and listening to his neighbor downstairs sing loudly and play electric guitar off and on during the day...I may come home hairless...

What happen to seeing friends while I am here...well one came over the other night and then said she had lots to do this week, maybe the weekend...the other one called yesterday and said "oh I have company coming, so I have to clean house" and said maybe we could get together Tuesday afternoon and visit, but MY SON WORKS A DOUBLE! I just screamed because that friend does not have a car or drive, he takes a bus. He is an old gay friend from my chef days here.

Like I said 'Sick & Sucks'...hopefully Aaron will feel better by Wednesday or at least the weekend, so I can get out of the house. I am sorry that I am bitching, but I feel like crying, because I am disappointed in people (not my son, he cannot help it)...besides if I can survive losing a child I should be able to handle lonliness!

UPDATE: Okay...I decide to go in the truck and hit the grocery to buy a few things I forgot a few days ago...I slipped on a pile of leaves on the curb and went down...now I have a bag of frozen peas sitting on my knee...Okay, I will never complain again...I should have just been content in his big cushy chair watching TV!