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So, my mom has had pnemonia for a week. It started last Thursday, when she ended up spending the day in the hospital with that and pleurosy. Then, on Monday, she went to see our general practitioner and he sent her back to the emergency room because over the weekend, while she was on out of control antibiotics from her first trip to the hospital, one of her lungs had completely filled with fluid. In addition to the fluid was a mass, a word that no one wants to hear was found in their momma's lung. We got the test results on that back this morning, and, fortunately, it's just a symptom of the pnemonia. However, it's not healthy, and they're taking it out. Tomorrow. She's being admitted into the hospital as we speak. She'll probably be in for five or six days.
I told her there were better ways to get me home. I was coming home anyways, and couldn't she have waited a week to get sick so I would be here and we could maybe catch it and start being proactive before she ends up in the hospital? I was supposed to go to colorado this weekend, to see my father and go white water rafting, but I'm sticking around instead. They were apparently non-refundable tickets. Ha.
Meanwhile, Seattle was great. Meaningful. Infinite. I have a job waiting for me if I decide to go back. When I decide to go back. Things were possible there. It was nice. It was addictive. It was everything I could've hoped for and more. I saw live shows, I walked down the street looking like such a fucking hippie it was ridiculous, and no one looked twice. I recorded my music, in my sister's coworker/friend's living room, surrounded by giant rolls of pink panther fiberglass insulation. And he was excited. He saw potential that I didn't realize was there. He looked at me, he listened to me, and he wanted me on his resume. He thought I had a chance, in that business, to live my dreams, and he thought I had the potential to help others make it too.
I am capable of living my dreams. Why in god's name wouldn't I?
Missed y'all.
Love,
Kat
I told her there were better ways to get me home. I was coming home anyways, and couldn't she have waited a week to get sick so I would be here and we could maybe catch it and start being proactive before she ends up in the hospital? I was supposed to go to colorado this weekend, to see my father and go white water rafting, but I'm sticking around instead. They were apparently non-refundable tickets. Ha.
Meanwhile, Seattle was great. Meaningful. Infinite. I have a job waiting for me if I decide to go back. When I decide to go back. Things were possible there. It was nice. It was addictive. It was everything I could've hoped for and more. I saw live shows, I walked down the street looking like such a fucking hippie it was ridiculous, and no one looked twice. I recorded my music, in my sister's coworker/friend's living room, surrounded by giant rolls of pink panther fiberglass insulation. And he was excited. He saw potential that I didn't realize was there. He looked at me, he listened to me, and he wanted me on his resume. He thought I had a chance, in that business, to live my dreams, and he thought I had the potential to help others make it too.
I am capable of living my dreams. Why in god's name wouldn't I?
Missed y'all.
Love,
Kat