Od·ys·sey (ŏd'ĭ-sē) n., pl. -seys. ...2. An intellectual or spiritual quest
My grandmother is in a hospice run by a business called "Odyssey" that specializes in home visits, rehab, etc. Basically post hospital care. Since I figured that out I have been wondering why a company that deals with that kind of stuff would name it self that. I guess when this is all over I will know.
I always try to learn something from every situation, but this lesson is just too obvious: live. It didn't take much deep thought to figure that out. Just a few out of the ordinary actions. Like I IM'd Whitney, a girl I had fallen out with during the past year, and just asked her what happened to us and why we stopped being friends. I didn't really get to follow through with the conversation. She left me her number and I will call when everything settles down some. I also talked to my first, warning him that an email was coming with something i wanted to tell him...more for my benefit than his. Something I had wanted to say every since he started dating my sister. Of course he probably saw my interest as a sexual invitation seeing as how he's tried to call me non-stop since the small conversation took place. Ugh. But anyway...
This whole experience has been an odyssey I guess. My grandmother is such a fighter. Her son and daughter have been basically begging for her to just relax and go peacefully, but she isn't having it. Her heart has enlarged so much that you can see it beating through her chest, she hasn't eaten anything since Wed. and barely ate much before then, her kidneys are failing and the rest of her organs are slowly going too. When she is awake she is grimmacing in pain while reaching out for watching loved ones and pulling them to her with a strength i don't think i could manage. When she does relax she sleeps with shallow, sporadic breaths that keeps those watching wondering, is it over now? It's like watching life and death strugling to occupy the same medium. something tragic but beautiful and all the other opposites you can think of.
i should be back in Clemson Tuesday...
I always try to learn something from every situation, but this lesson is just too obvious: live. It didn't take much deep thought to figure that out. Just a few out of the ordinary actions. Like I IM'd Whitney, a girl I had fallen out with during the past year, and just asked her what happened to us and why we stopped being friends. I didn't really get to follow through with the conversation. She left me her number and I will call when everything settles down some. I also talked to my first, warning him that an email was coming with something i wanted to tell him...more for my benefit than his. Something I had wanted to say every since he started dating my sister. Of course he probably saw my interest as a sexual invitation seeing as how he's tried to call me non-stop since the small conversation took place. Ugh. But anyway...
This whole experience has been an odyssey I guess. My grandmother is such a fighter. Her son and daughter have been basically begging for her to just relax and go peacefully, but she isn't having it. Her heart has enlarged so much that you can see it beating through her chest, she hasn't eaten anything since Wed. and barely ate much before then, her kidneys are failing and the rest of her organs are slowly going too. When she is awake she is grimmacing in pain while reaching out for watching loved ones and pulling them to her with a strength i don't think i could manage. When she does relax she sleeps with shallow, sporadic breaths that keeps those watching wondering, is it over now? It's like watching life and death strugling to occupy the same medium. something tragic but beautiful and all the other opposites you can think of.
i should be back in Clemson Tuesday...