January 24th, 2003


Morning haiku

Today on the bus
A guy gave me his seat. He
Looked like John Cusack.

I have really got to get over my John Cusack fixation...
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I'm going to hell for sure this time

Just got off the phone with my mom. She left a message for me to call at work, so I figured something must be wrong.

My grandmother with Alzheimer's is in the hospital, in the ICU. She slipped into a diabetic coma Wednesday night, she has a urinary tract infection and pneumonia. Mom said it looked like she wasn't going to make it yesterday, but now she's getting better.

Here's the fucked-up part.

When Mom started telling me, my heart soared. My grandmother would finally be free of this, this lying in a bed not knowing who she is, unable to string a coherent sentence together or apparently understand one, waiting for a nurse to come change the sheets where she's soiled herself. My funny, sassy, word-a-find maniac granny.

And Mom would be free, too -- Mom's over at the nursing home every day and beats herself up for not spending more time there, while my asshole uncle (a preacher, go figure) breezes in once a week if we're lucky. I told her when I was home that she couldn't do it all, and she said "If I don't do it, who will?"

And then she told me she was going to pull through and my heart sank. Back to hell.

How fucked up is it that I want my grandmother to go ahead and die?
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