in SLC--
what to say?
I'm burning up my sick leave in one fell swoop.
mom's still in intensive care, respitory tubes in her mouth, a dozen or so different tubes attatched to the rest of her anatomy--so far I've read "Equal Rites" by Terry Pratchett & most of "Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" to her (perhaps on the theory that listening to me drone on for hours on end would show that death ain't that bad)--the only reaction for the past few days was what might be termed "convulsions", but today there was more definite signs of her--or bits of her, or whatever--being still IN there.
I don't know. I don't fucking know.
the sister will be coming up on thursday.
what to say?
I'm burning up my sick leave in one fell swoop.
mom's still in intensive care, respitory tubes in her mouth, a dozen or so different tubes attatched to the rest of her anatomy--so far I've read "Equal Rites" by Terry Pratchett & most of "Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" to her (perhaps on the theory that listening to me drone on for hours on end would show that death ain't that bad)--the only reaction for the past few days was what might be termed "convulsions", but today there was more definite signs of her--or bits of her, or whatever--being still IN there.
I don't know. I don't fucking know.
the sister will be coming up on thursday.
Il n'y a pas d'amour, il n'y a que des preuves d'amour.