A Red Flag to Add to My White One

I’ve been thinking about this whole moving thing. The town Mom and I are headed to is called Tyne. I can’t even find the fucking place on a map–which is strange enough, right? Add to that how this whole moving situation came about, and it gets even stranger.

Mom gets a phone call a couple of weeks ago. This nursing home in Tyne needs a RN supervisor and wants to know if my mom wants the job, starting ASAP. Whoever it was said something about getting Mom’s name from a reference, but was totally vague about the source–like they just pulled her name from a magic phone book and didn’t want to admit it.

I’m wondering why her? Don’t they have enough people scrambling for a job as good as that over there? I Why do they need to call hospitals in Montgomery County? And, as far as I know, she’s the only one they approached. It just sounds weird, doesn’t it? I mean, this is a recession and all. I’ve heard of universities luring professors from one school to the other–that’s how my dad got his last job–but nurses? Maybe it does happen and I’m just not aware of it. But, something about this isn’t sitting right with me.

I know. It’s not like it’s a haunted ghost town that’s trying to suck my mother into it because she’s some sort of conduit to the dead, or something. My brain’s not completely rotted from horror movies. I guess I’m just jumpy right now. Since Dad, I’ve been more worried about her than I should be.

Mom would be ever-so-pleased to hear of my concern. That is, if she’d believe it. We don’t really get along, at all. I could’ve scraped her jaw off the floor with a shovel when I said I wanted to move to Tyne with her. Her expression was like someone had just stomped Santa Claus in front of a kindergartener. That alone was almost worth the daily doses of nagging bullshit I’ve had to hear since she said I could come along.

I keep having these dreams about my dad. Someone said that would happen a lot in the first year. I hate that, “The First Year.” Like there’s going to be a Last Year. Like he’s on a business trip or in the military. There’s no Last Year for him–except for last year. The First Year; what a load of crap. Anyway, in these dreams, he keeps calling out to me in a panicked voice. It always wakes me up suddenly, and then I can’t shake the feeling he wants me to do something. Add that to feeling the weird urge to go with Mom and watch over her, and you can see why I’m thinking her new job offer is on the shady side.

I don’t fucking know. I’m just tired, I guess. Does dreaming all night disrupt your sleep patterns? Maybe I’m just having delusions from being clinically exhausted.

Clinical exhaustion. That excuse sounds so much better coming from the mouths of publicists for coked-out celebrities.

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7 responses to “A Red Flag to Add to My White One

  • AvDB

    Writtenwyrrd —Res, here:Back burner. Yeah. this front burner shit has to let up, soon.If you'd've had these dreams, though. They're just… I dunno. Bad. If that's what my subconscious has to say to me, it can just shut the fuck up, you know?Maybe you're right about the referral. Yeah, that's probably all it was.

  • writtenwyrdd

    The First Year is a strange concept, really. You always miss loved ones. Time just makes it shift to a back burner, more or less.I think your dream is likely to be a sense of something left undone, something that's bugging you about your dad. But it could be he now symbolizes things that you feel urgently about, things that haven't been dealt with but which your subconscious thinks you should attend to.And as far as the oddness of the offer, I think sometimes teh universe offers good things, too. When I was HR manager for a VNA eons ago, we would ask nurses we had for referrals and call people up to ask for interviews. We offered referral bonuses if people got interviewed, and a bigger one if we hired a person. Could also be as simple as someone knew your mom and thought highly enough of her to recommend her, they nosed about and decided she'd be a good fit, and she was hired.

  • AvDB

    Steve — I'd forgotten you'd read it. Wow. That was a while ago.SQT — Res, again:Mom won't listen. She never does. Maybe I just stopped having anything to say worth listening to, and now it's too late… –R

  • SQT

    I say trust your instincts. I'm with you. Something sounds off here. Maybe it's nothing. But what do you have to lose by being cautious? Now the tricky part– getting mom to listen.

  • Steve Malley

    I've missed Rez. Been so long since I read that early draft, I can't wait to see what's changed!Glad to see my favorite Toxic Temptress is staying strong!

  • AvDB

    Res, again: Yeah, well, I've been told I shouldn't say things like that 'cause I might piss someone off. But, I'm gonna to do that at some point, anyway, so I might as well sort out the ones who can deal with it up front, ya know? -R

  • Charles Gramlich

    stomped Santa Claus in front of a kindergartner. You do have a way with words.

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