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yesterday i went to see my uncle in hospice. the photo above was posted on a bulletin board outside his room, under a sign titled, "how i spent my summer vacation." my photo is blurry but it shows the hospital staff all smoking cigarettes and drinking beers. my uncle has cancer, is being fed the worst food possible for his condition, got MRSA from the hospital, and is being knocked out everytime he expresses that he's upset about being there. cool. if i ever end up in these peoples' care, please consider this blog entry my official consent to put me out of my misery. yesterday was rough.
last night i dreamt that my mother had died but then i had driven home and she pulled in behind me in the driveway and i found out that the doctors were just joking - but she actually had amnesia. i was really glad to be able to start over and have a good relationship with her, and so glad that she had forgotten how angry she is about everything... so much so that i didn't want to wake up at 6:30 so i could finish the dream. when i fell back asleep i couldn't pick up where i left off. i hate when that happens.