October 15, 2003
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I don’t know what exactly I would call this week. It’s been odd. It’s been intense, but nothing I can’t handle. It’s been very internal.
We spent friday night at my in-laws, arriving late, too late for dinner, in order to accomodate my afternoon therapy session. That was a good call, I must say, therapy. So really, there wasn’t that much time to fill up before I could decently flake off and get to bed. And yet, there was plenty of time for my mother-in-law to bemoan the poor treatment of rush limbaugh, offer a gift of that “brilliant bill o’reilly”s book, offer the kids twinkies and juice HOURS after their bedtimes, and make a myriad of racist and truly bizarre remarks, completely out of context. I stayed rather calm actually. I said no way to the twinkies and juice, and just stared vaquely at her during the rest of her diatribe.
Saturday we stopped for coffee, flowers and magazines before heading up to the hospital. I saw my high school newspaper advisor at the coffee shop. I gave him a big hug, which he wasn’t really prepared for, and which isn’t generally my “thing”, but I just wanted to.
I spent the next twelve hours with my completely befuddled post-surgical grandmother. I have extreme issues with her to begin with, and alzheimers doesn’t help the matter. She can be a total and utter bitch, with this amazing veneer of sweet old lady. I got to see all facets during my visit, but I was prepared for that.
After another lovely evening with the in-laws, I got to go back and do it all over again…with the exception of leaving blessedly early in the afternoon.
NEXT…oh boy, COURT!
Comments (10)
eep court!!
no bueno
I wish you luck!
my grandfather is a stubborn, selfish old coot who can be the biggest complaining pain in the ass, but I love the guy. at 93 he’s doing fairly well considering we thought he was on the way out just a few months ago!! i’m not good with family… but I do my best. luckily I really like the monkey’s mama. she digs me, thinks I’m “cool” and tells me she can tell I love her son… whew.
court already happened, and it wasn’t my deal…I was just a witness. this is all so much, I just want to cut it into bite size pieces!
Thankfully you were just a witness. Whew, had me worried for a sec there.
I know what you mean. Its been one of those years for me. *sigh*
actually, having been through several “of those years”, I know that this is nothing for me. You, on the other hand, are getting the real deal in spades.
I must say, one of the great things of having had a very dramatic life, is that I know just how good I’ve got it.
I could be my KID in the hospital…or ME in the defendant’s seat. I’m very aware of just how good I have it. and because of that, I wouldn’t trade my crappy past for ANYTHING.
ugh… the Rush and O’Reilly business. Sometimes I get ambushed by people I wouldn’t have expected. Today on the phone with an old compadre I used to work with… “really likes listening to that O’Reilly guy”. feh. It’s like the damn Matrix movies when some regular person morphs into one of those Agents.
oh aghh oh ahh
O REILLY???
WTF IS WRONG WITH YOUR IN LAWs??
ahhhhh…there is no spoon! sounds like I have a new mantra for dealing with my mother in law!
ilP, that blog would be another multi-parter.
Soap.
my best friend’s mother is like your grandmother – it took years before my own mom believed the stories jen told about her, becuase around other adults she was sweet as candy. it was majorly freaky to watch the faces change. glad you went prepared; that shit can knock you on your ass when you’re not expecting it.