Tuesday, December 09, 2008

guess who's dying for dinner?

better yet, guess where i am.

hospital.

this time it was cardiac arrest. mummers went cyanotic. boy, was that part fun.

i would love to talk about how upset and traumatised i am, but i'll
spare you. no one cares anyway. she comes to only to pick fights with
me. i have stopped talking with her for the time being.

3 comments:

goooooood girl said...

your blog is very good......

Scott Johnson said...

The nice thing about people in hospital beds is that they're at your mercy. OK, I'll skip the gallows humor, but I do hope things improve and your mom recovers nicely. That "nobody cares" shtick isn't quite true, you know. :)

ancodia said...

{{{{{{{{{{{}}}}}}}}}}}

Thank you. Seriously.