Saturday...

I was at the hospital today, after spending the night in "The Hammer" at my friend Shirley's house. Shirley is a friend that I reconnected with through Facebook. We went to school together from grade 6 through grade 13. Then we lost contact.

Now we are back, and it feels as though no time has passed. That's how you can tell you have a good friend. She has a gorgeous house and a gorgeous family.

Thanks, Shirl.

When I got to the hospital at 2:25 (visiting hours start at 2:30...the time the chinese man goes to the dentist [tooth hurty]..okay it was my dad's joke), she was sitting in her chair. She did not look well. She was grabbing the arms of the chair, as though she was trying her hardest not to be sick...her colour was awful too. The nurses assured me that she was doing well, considering the trauma that she was recovering from. The nurses start to move the patient around almost immediately after surgery to speed up the recovery. She lasted about 20 minutes sitting up and then they put her back in her bed. She has a drainage tube in her stomach, a catheter for the usual(s), a drainage tube in her nose, oxygen, and her central line. About 6 bags of fluid are being administered to her for various reasons. She is not in any pain, but looks like she is totally and completely worn out. I said hello, and then a few hours later she asked me how our mom was, and that was it. I sat with her for a few more hours until her husband could get there.

I understand why she doesn't look good. My brain accepts that. However, I would give anything for it to be me in that bed instead of her. She has 2 beautiful kids, and a wonderful husband. She shouldn't be the sick one. Her kids are confused and obviously don't understand why she is sick. How do you answer a question that can't be answered?

I'm back in Burlington tomorrow, but I had to come home tonight since I haven't done laundry in ages. I haven't spent a night here in about 10 days. I'm thinking that it would be more advantageous to just give all of my stuff away and live out of a bag, while sponging off my friends and family for places to crash. No? You may not like me walking around naked, so ixnay that idea.

I think I will actually post something in my typical cynical/sarcastic manner. I can't have you forget that side of me. Get ready.........the subject will be...ebonics.