It's four o'clock in the fucking morning.
My mother started yelling for pain killers around 1:30 this morning, so I brought her Advil and a glass of water. She couldn't sit up and she wasn't making sense, but she told me to take the water back downstairs and let her sleep. So I did. She crawled out of bed at 2 and I asked if she'd been drinking, but she said no. She stumbled downstairs and said I needed to get offline; she had to make a call. Correction: She had to have me dial her a number so she could see if she was dying. TeleNurse are the same people we called back when I had my concussion after MacKenzie's party, and they told her to have me drive her to Memorial. But I can't drive. So she called Tracy, who came and picked her up. I gave her my lucky guitar charm on the chain. That's a damn lucky trinket.
I remember the last time someone left for the hospital in the middle of the night and how they never came back. But this is different. That won't happen.
I'd been talking to Carl online when she told me to get off, so I called him once she left. Then ended up talking to Morgan somehow, and we had an entire conversation that made no and perfect sense. I bitched about wanting a cigarette or a drink or a hit or something. And how if anything happened to my mother, I wouldn't live with anyone I'm related to. Mark my words. I will never move in with any of them. Then we discussed something or another and that's where the no and perfect sense falls in, but in the end it made me feel good. I nervously ate a chocolate Easter bunny for a while and cleaned parts of the basement while half watching The Incridibles. Then I got back online and started talking to Gary, who suficiently cheered me up. Happy 19th birthday, Gary! My mother called around 3:45 and said things were going well and they were pretty sure she didn't have a heart attack [thank God], and then told me to go to bed. She's in the ER in the dead of night and she can still sound motherly. What a bad ass. I went downstairs to try to sleep, but ended up just taking a shower and now I'm wet and cold and here.
I'll go out today//tonight if she comes home safe and sound and I feel like I can. She told me I should. It's better to act like nothing happened if it isn't something big. They said if it wasn't a heart attack, it was a back muscle thing which I guess isn't serious. Anyway, call me today. Or tonight. Or whenever. Plans. No plans. I don't give a shit. I just feel like talking.
No one's online and it's probably good.
It's 5:00 AM. Should I go te bed? I suppose so. It's probably for the best.
Good things happen to good people. Isn't that what they say? I think tonight I'll listen to them.
See ya.
♥
I remember the last time someone left for the hospital in the middle of the night and how they never came back. But this is different. That won't happen.
I'd been talking to Carl online when she told me to get off, so I called him once she left. Then ended up talking to Morgan somehow, and we had an entire conversation that made no and perfect sense. I bitched about wanting a cigarette or a drink or a hit or something. And how if anything happened to my mother, I wouldn't live with anyone I'm related to. Mark my words. I will never move in with any of them. Then we discussed something or another and that's where the no and perfect sense falls in, but in the end it made me feel good. I nervously ate a chocolate Easter bunny for a while and cleaned parts of the basement while half watching The Incridibles. Then I got back online and started talking to Gary, who suficiently cheered me up. Happy 19th birthday, Gary! My mother called around 3:45 and said things were going well and they were pretty sure she didn't have a heart attack [thank God], and then told me to go to bed. She's in the ER in the dead of night and she can still sound motherly. What a bad ass. I went downstairs to try to sleep, but ended up just taking a shower and now I'm wet and cold and here.
I'll go out today//tonight if she comes home safe and sound and I feel like I can. She told me I should. It's better to act like nothing happened if it isn't something big. They said if it wasn't a heart attack, it was a back muscle thing which I guess isn't serious. Anyway, call me today. Or tonight. Or whenever. Plans. No plans. I don't give a shit. I just feel like talking.
No one's online and it's probably good.
It's 5:00 AM. Should I go te bed? I suppose so. It's probably for the best.
Good things happen to good people. Isn't that what they say? I think tonight I'll listen to them.
See ya.
♥