03/24/2023
By Kate Stone Lombardi
SUNDAY: Spent the day with my 99-year-old Mom in the Emergency Room. She is okay, for now. Let’s just say it was stressful.
MONDAY: Skin cancer treatment for me, with medication and red light. Hot and unpleasant.
TUESDAY: Face is as red as a a fire engine, itching beyond belief. I am not supposed to go outside for 48 hours. Just as well, as I would frighten small children.
WEDNESDAY: Face still hideous – now blistering – and uncomfortable.
Meanwhile, Mom now accuses me to having taken her to the front of a war in a military transport vehicle. (She is referring to the ambulance.) Also claims that her cat’s tail has mysteriously gotten shorter.
THURSDAY: My website is attacked and disabled by malware. It’s beyond my expertise to fix. Repair is $$$.
Also Thursday: Cut my finger with a vegetable peeler while peeling fresh ginger. It bleeds all over everything, including through multiple bandages and iced wash clothes. This goes on for three hours. I start an interview someone for an article I’m writing for Good Housekeeping, but I’m bleeding all over my computer keyboard, and have to cut it short.
Basically, house looks like a crime scene. Everywhere I go, I leave a trail. And I’m getting dizzy.
Finally go to Urgent care where they fix me up, though I am mortified that I have showed up with what is essentially a bad boo-boo on my finger. After bandaging it up, they put what looks for all the world like a tiny condom on it. I can’t get it wet for 48 hours.
FRIDAY: Well, I’m writing this on Friday. Face is now covered with deep red blotches. Notice from Security Company that they are unable to remove malware. I am supposed to drive upstate today, but given my track record for the week, I may get a ride with a friend. First must check in on how my Mom is today.
To quote the now-wildly politically incorrect Scarlett O’Hara, “Tomorrow is another day.”