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imaginarycircus at 03:23pm on 08/05/2009
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David's step-brother is in the hospital and the doctor's have not figured out what is wrong with him yet. They've been running tests for 24 hours. He has no feelings in his arms or hands. He is having spatial awareness problems (can't touch his finger to his nose) and short term memory lapses. He has not had a stroke as far as they know--they've been testing for everything. We're a bit worried. David's mom and step-dad may be coming up, which makes David's plans to fly to NC to spend Mother's Day with his mother a little up in the air.
I slogged my way through another sodding draft of the Hemlock story (a.k.a. armed robbery/assisted suicide claptrap). I'm trying to read my lovely friend Cari's new novel draft and I think she has made some wonderful changes and edits--but I cannot pay attention to save my life. I keep checking my email to see if David is coming to get me and we're going to the hospital to see his brother or what. Today and yesterday I have had no powers of concentration.
I sent my step-mom, David's step-mom, and David's mom gardenia plants. They are being delivered right now. It is so weird to send out so many Mother's Day things, but send nothing to my mom. I did send her a card last year (stamped and addressed to "mom" with no return address so that it went to the dead letter office. she'd have liked the irony.)
No one has heard from my brother. I talked to my dad today who also hasn't heard from him. Brother is maintaining radio silence since I blocked his email. It's not like I blocked his phone number--although I'd have to think carefully about answering it or letting him leave a voice mail. I feel really awful about having to cut him off like this, but I need a sincere apology for his behaviour at Easter and some indication that he is getting help before I can open myself back up to him. If he was 16 I would cut him slack--in fact I did when he was 16. But he is almost 27.
They are playing opera at the coffee shop and it is irritating me because I don't like opera as background music. I find it distracting as hell.
I slogged my way through another sodding draft of the Hemlock story (a.k.a. armed robbery/assisted suicide claptrap). I'm trying to read my lovely friend Cari's new novel draft and I think she has made some wonderful changes and edits--but I cannot pay attention to save my life. I keep checking my email to see if David is coming to get me and we're going to the hospital to see his brother or what. Today and yesterday I have had no powers of concentration.
I sent my step-mom, David's step-mom, and David's mom gardenia plants. They are being delivered right now. It is so weird to send out so many Mother's Day things, but send nothing to my mom. I did send her a card last year (stamped and addressed to "mom" with no return address so that it went to the dead letter office. she'd have liked the irony.)
No one has heard from my brother. I talked to my dad today who also hasn't heard from him. Brother is maintaining radio silence since I blocked his email. It's not like I blocked his phone number--although I'd have to think carefully about answering it or letting him leave a voice mail. I feel really awful about having to cut him off like this, but I need a sincere apology for his behaviour at Easter and some indication that he is getting help before I can open myself back up to him. If he was 16 I would cut him slack--in fact I did when he was 16. But he is almost 27.
They are playing opera at the coffee shop and it is irritating me because I don't like opera as background music. I find it distracting as hell.
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