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17 years ago
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I'd like to first say how sorry I am for appearing to be dead in the weeks prior to the FA Comatose. I've been dealing with a lot of "at home" issues.
Included among such things is one which I'd like to mention up front because as one who enjoys writing, I fear that if I don't write it down right now, I'll probably never actually end up saying it.
My grandmother, Lewise, whom we in the family affectionately call "Lassie", has recently undergone spinal surgery in her ripe age of 83. It didn't go so well. She's not dead, but she's gonna take a lot longer to recover than expected. That is of course assuming she DOES in fact recover. Don't get me wrong, I love the old gal to death, but at her age--- its not really the best time in one's life to decide on getting surgery.
In any case, until she gets out of the hospital bed and starts doing the jitterbug, I'm not going to be convinced that this surgery was a great idea. But I'm guessing its also wrong of me to be judgmental of my parents who decided that she should get the treatment done in the first place. While I understand that they were looking into her best interests, at this point it almost seems like her having to use a walker all the time might have been a friendly alternative to something like being dead.
So they made a bad call on the operation (in my opinion), or maybe its the doctor's fault. But in the end all I'm really doing is looking desperately to point the finger at somebody for the pain that my grandma is in right now. After all, she's the only one I've got left, and I still get hung up over the many OTHER deaths in the family.
Point being, I'm fairly stressed out at the moment. My grandma's health is only the tip of the iceberg that my ship named Sanity is sailing towards-- so please understand if I'm not able to provide the usual pleasant lyre and muse that I'm normally scribing out, there's generally a good reason for it.
Until next I scribe, this is Ryuu C. S., the Scribble Dragon, reminding you that life goes on. So cry me a river, build a bridge, get over it, burn it down, and don't look back. Thirty days, next case.
Included among such things is one which I'd like to mention up front because as one who enjoys writing, I fear that if I don't write it down right now, I'll probably never actually end up saying it.
My grandmother, Lewise, whom we in the family affectionately call "Lassie", has recently undergone spinal surgery in her ripe age of 83. It didn't go so well. She's not dead, but she's gonna take a lot longer to recover than expected. That is of course assuming she DOES in fact recover. Don't get me wrong, I love the old gal to death, but at her age--- its not really the best time in one's life to decide on getting surgery.
In any case, until she gets out of the hospital bed and starts doing the jitterbug, I'm not going to be convinced that this surgery was a great idea. But I'm guessing its also wrong of me to be judgmental of my parents who decided that she should get the treatment done in the first place. While I understand that they were looking into her best interests, at this point it almost seems like her having to use a walker all the time might have been a friendly alternative to something like being dead.
So they made a bad call on the operation (in my opinion), or maybe its the doctor's fault. But in the end all I'm really doing is looking desperately to point the finger at somebody for the pain that my grandma is in right now. After all, she's the only one I've got left, and I still get hung up over the many OTHER deaths in the family.
Point being, I'm fairly stressed out at the moment. My grandma's health is only the tip of the iceberg that my ship named Sanity is sailing towards-- so please understand if I'm not able to provide the usual pleasant lyre and muse that I'm normally scribing out, there's generally a good reason for it.
Until next I scribe, this is Ryuu C. S., the Scribble Dragon, reminding you that life goes on. So cry me a river, build a bridge, get over it, burn it down, and don't look back. Thirty days, next case.
*sends mental hugs*