Anger And Regret

After five days in the hospital, my mother is now home. However things don't end there just yet. The treatment is still ongoing and good lord, the medicine, all eight of them, are very expensive.

Thank the cosmos my mother's school shouldered the hospital bill. It was Way beyond what we could have handled, seriously. When I saw it this morning, my vision clouded up for several seconds. It was enough to buy a whole planet. I'm kidding of course, but still! It was something like that for us.

Anyway, right now I just got home from buying some of the medicine. I made a time table so my mother won't miss any, and everyone at home is given the heads up of everything.

I had a passing thought of how different things would have been had I still been working. I have nothing but regret, and maybe anger, at the situation I was placed in that fateful February evening. But what can one do right? I should have moved on, but I guess I haven't. How can one move on so easily at a chance of being secure and happy? Yes, I'm still angry.

In any case, the most sensible and human thing to do is to start looking for another job. But I'm nothing if not reckless, and being human is not what I'm good at.