I hope your mom can fight the cancer off, lutra.
At least she has your cooking skills available, from the sound of the meals you posted in the past, better than hospital food, I'd take some in for her, if she has to go in for surgery, as hospital food is always inedible, and even so, there is never enough of it either.
A minor bitch-just woke up, after sleeping in all day, about an hour ago, spent a little while watching doc martin on TV, so when I went back upstairs, I needed my morphine in a relative hurry. Whilst getting it ready, put my tourniquet round my upper left arm, and turned my head too far round, with my rig held between my teeth, only to stick myself in the shoulder
Not sure if a little leaked out of the syringe, or if theres some other reason, but now have a bunch of histamine-wheals on my upper arm that itched like fuck for a few minutes, although they are fading, an antihistamine is in order though nevertheless, as its still rather annoying. Just odd that they formed on the upper arm, as the actual site of injection was situated on the back of the hand, near my wrist. Pretty sure nothing DID leak out, as the rest was still in the barrel when I came to use it. Almost like the morph stopped midway up my arm to put its feet up and raise a few nettle-rash welts, then up and buggered off again.
Although I still felt my joint pain melt away, replaced with catching my breath a bit, and a pleasant warmth and relaxation on time....strange. Never had that happen before.
My mom isn't at all well either, I think. She isn't anyway, as she has severe MS, shes permanently wheelchair bound and has been for quite some time now, but her mind has been going, and I think now, is gone more or less. I think putting her out of her misery would be the kindest thing to do.
But shes been kinda...sort of falling sideways in the chair, I thought she was having a seizure at first, but apparently I was mistaken, or I think so. Lots of shaking of the legs, inability to get back upright, my old man has been having difficulty wheeling her through into the kitchen to chain-smoke (more or less the only pleasure she has left now), and whilst she was in the kitchen, I went in to have a fag myself, and she couldn't even get to the ashtray. I am not convinced she is long for this world, and if I am honest, I hope not. I won't be sorry when she does eventually die, not because I bear her any ill-will, but because I wouldn't want to be stuck in her existence, if I were her.
Thankfully I am not. Nor would I let myself get that way. If I could get permission to exit from my dear friend heretic (long story thats best left un-told), I'd have pulled the trigger on myself long before getting to that stage.
