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My ears are still popping away. Quite merrily, thankyouverymuch.
I visited my mother in the hospital today (like that's news, I go just about every day. Sometimes even more than once). She's looking much better since they took her off the antibiotics. It was making her horribly sick, to the point where she could barely eat. Now, she's eaten some solid food (a tiny bit, at any rate) and the colour is back in her face. She even had her hair up in pigtails when I came in.
We went over her disability papers and discussed the new drama arising over dickhead-sibling-no-longer and my junkie cousin. What a fucking mess that little cluster fuck is. I then waited on her, so she could brush her teeth. And I got angry at her tooth flossing thing because the dental floss inside of it wasn't obeying my every whim.
At seven o'clock, Buffy the Vampire Slayer was starting on television, so we began to watch it (just like at home, it's kind of a bonding thing with us). I wound up lying down on the hospital bed next to her and falling asleep, much to the nurse's amusement.
It's been a long time since I've curled up with my mom. It's an enjoyable feeling. We're still unsure as to when she's coming home. And there's still no test results back on the tumour biopsy. At the bookstore this evening, I looked at some books regarding cancer treatment and support. Much information is to be had, I even found out that there is a possible link to Epstein-Barr and cancer. I'm going to be buying the one book I flipped through in a couple of days. Though I feel silly and overreactive when I begin to think about it. Mainly because everything still feels unreal and not altogether /here./ Like I'm making a mountain out of a molehill, though I know I truly am not doing such a thing.
I visited my mother in the hospital today (like that's news, I go just about every day. Sometimes even more than once). She's looking much better since they took her off the antibiotics. It was making her horribly sick, to the point where she could barely eat. Now, she's eaten some solid food (a tiny bit, at any rate) and the colour is back in her face. She even had her hair up in pigtails when I came in.
We went over her disability papers and discussed the new drama arising over dickhead-sibling-no-longer and my junkie cousin. What a fucking mess that little cluster fuck is. I then waited on her, so she could brush her teeth. And I got angry at her tooth flossing thing because the dental floss inside of it wasn't obeying my every whim.
At seven o'clock, Buffy the Vampire Slayer was starting on television, so we began to watch it (just like at home, it's kind of a bonding thing with us). I wound up lying down on the hospital bed next to her and falling asleep, much to the nurse's amusement.
It's been a long time since I've curled up with my mom. It's an enjoyable feeling. We're still unsure as to when she's coming home. And there's still no test results back on the tumour biopsy. At the bookstore this evening, I looked at some books regarding cancer treatment and support. Much information is to be had, I even found out that there is a possible link to Epstein-Barr and cancer. I'm going to be buying the one book I flipped through in a couple of days. Though I feel silly and overreactive when I begin to think about it. Mainly because everything still feels unreal and not altogether /here./ Like I'm making a mountain out of a molehill, though I know I truly am not doing such a thing.