John,
The image of Mel Gibson as William Wallace, laying on an old table screaming "Freedom!" While they torture him is in my head. I'm sure you can relate even more so than myself. However, after the two weeks I've had you may understand my meaning. I know I told you that mom had been in the hospital. What we didn't have time to get into was why.
Shecca sent me a message that mom was sick and she was calling an ambulance. Then I received a video of mom laying sideways on her bed, Shecca telling her that she was getting help. Mom's only response was an incoherent nod.
I will spare you some of the details. But she had been shuffling around the house trying to find the bathroom and clearly not making it. Uncle J. Bird caught her right before she went out the back door, down the steps. He is so weak and frail that he could barely manage. She was having an Encephalopathy attack. J. Bird had noticed she wasn't acting right two days earlier.
They start treating her at the hospital. In the meantime Shecca goes home, cleans the house, mom's bed and goes to bed. The next day she tells me she has mom's phone, tablet, and wallet locked in her car. Mom has the nurse call me to ask me to bring these items to her. I explained to the nurse that my sister has these things in her car and she will bring them to her later.
Later another nurse calls me about mom's medications and how she takes them. "Fuck! I don't know!" What I did know is that mom needed to be in an assisted living facility with 24 hour care and I said as much. Well, fuck me with a chain saw! That bitch tells mom I'm trying to put her in a home. Mom gets the hospital to look up my number, calls me and calls me everybody but my name. Yell at me for ten minutes then hung up on me.
Meanwhile, at work I'm dealing with my manager, who seems to be losing her Cognitive function at a fast rate. She is repeating herself a lot. Forgets what she's doing while she's in the middle of trying to do it. Blames my coworker and I for shit she did or didn't do. She forgot how to hem a pair of pants and ruined them. Then drives to Ohio.
My coworker and I had a week of freedom, sort of. Inventory is gonna be fucked this year.
When she comes back she berates us while Simultaneously tells us how good of a job we did, didn't do. It's exhausting really.
And still mom calls after getting home a few days later to tell me that she isn't going into a home. After telling me she doesn't know why I won't spend time with her and bring the kids to see her. Blah, blah, blah! Only to have her call back and leave a message on my voicemail that she will look for a home.
While all this is going on, I'm caring for my manager’s cats and Mr.Blinky is dealing with work shit with the hair brained Idiot.
One night I go to feed the cats. I come home and see Mr. Blinky in our bathroom/ Laundry room. To be funny, I stand in the doorway with my shirt up and tits out. You know like a good wife would do. He turned around, jumps out of his skin and screams "I don't have time for your fucking shit!" Well, fuck you too buddy.
That was just last week.
This week has been close to the same. Only I came home yesterday to find Mr. Blinky had torn out the walls of my office and was in the middle of replacing the window. He decided to gut the office and remodel it. Don't get me wrong I'm grateful but what I really wanted was to save the money to buy a new house. I thought we were on the same page. I guess not.
I sent Kinetic a text: Ya know, sometimes I just want to fling myself off a cliff just to see if I can fly, but I think better of it because the thought of hitting the ground and living through it sounds unpleasant.
Yeah, well, sometimes you just got to vent to someone. Sorry that you just happen to be my Captive audience. I'm glad things are currently going well for you. I don't want to spew my negative energy your way. Sorry if I hadn't seemed excited for you on the phone. Sometimes I just really don't know what to say and I know you don't have time for stupid shit. And my life has been full of stupid shit.
Speaking of stupid shit, the almighty Nikki called me the other day. It started with a text she sent me after she tried to call and I couldn't answer. The text: Later we can catch up. but right now I am in the throws of damage control and Battle magic right now. (Eyes rolling) It turns out that she and her family went to this annual campout with the pagan community that they are supposedly a part of. Her current husband's ex-wife is also a part of the community, was there and some sort of fight broke out with them and now the community is split over the two families. My thoughts "If Nikki is so damn powerful, How dare they go against her??" Anyway, I have better things to be concerned with. My manager is losing her mind, my mom has lost most of her mind, my best friend is having an existential crisis, my office is in my kitchen, my husband is extremely stressed from work, oh yeah, my son, Bone Head lost his job last week. Blah, blah, blah.
And with his last breath he screamed "Freedom!" Well, this was an exciting letter. Till next time or you return home. Sorry, this letter sucked ass.
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