3rd Generation Workaholic Wealth
This story is about being a workaholic
I tell stories from the front and back lines of the newsroom. This story is about being a workaholic.
My weekend started on my bathroom floor. The pain that put me in the fetal position had reached its most manageable at this point. I curled up on a towel. I remember yelling at my husband for leaving it here. The pain pills (all prescribed to treat different pains) were all in optimum position. I imagine them all as little cars racing down vein highways. All meeting to see if I can get up.
I'm floor people now.
Working too much on weekdays leaves me a shell of myself over the weekend. I'm a disabled journalist. My husband knew what this was. And he met my father and grandfather. Both of whom were workaholics. They are now both dead. Their lives were drastically different. But they loved what they did.
My dad was an inventor and a coach. He built a business for his family. A patent thief swooped in and stole what my dad wanted to leave his family. My grandfather built a legacy at AT&T. Predators already stole from my future once. I will do everything I can to stop them from doing it again.
I call Father's Day “cat dad day” to celebrate my husband. He not only tolerates but celebrates all of the work I do. He loves me even on days when I'm floor people.
I want to make sure you know that I'm totally fine. It's burning mouth syndrome. I've been to all the doctors. Received all the tests. There is no cure. I am not a doctor. But I did take one Gabapentin, one oral steroid, one Acetaminophen, one Tylenol PM and a child's pose on the floor. DDP Yoga calls it safety zone. My yogi calls it corpse pose. It made me feel better enough to get some sleep. Maybe start with the yoga and forget the pills.
My dad was a Marine in the Vietnam War. He had four heart attacks and died of Agent Orange poisoning. My grandfather fought in the Korean War and battled polio throughout his executive career.
I can get up off the floor. I plan to facilitate a Wikipedia edit-a-thon at the United Nations tomorrow. Because the fathers in my life showed me that anything is possible.
Happy Cat Dad Day!
