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Galloping angst ahead
Jun. 18th, 2007 11:15 pmToday seemed like a typical visit with GK---we met at the MI Goodwill and killed a couple hours there. Got into a hair-tangle with the staff when they charged me $19.99 for a freaking muumuu---I don't care if it WAS batik, that's outfuckingragious---did get a new, black hipster (lined in leopard print, no less) for like, $6, so I'm set for next winter.
We rendezvoused at the New Century Buffet, and it turned out to be a lot quieter than the last gathering we had there...most notably because S and J weren't there...because S, she of my godchildren the schnauzers, was admitted to the hospital yesterday with signs of a stroke.
The doctors still don't know whether it was, in fact, a stroke. They weren't able to do an MRI because she was incoherent and refused. There's a very good chance that her neurological issues are being caused by abuse of prescription sleeping pills; they have her knocked out, I presume to get her detoxed---Christo, what next?!
I'm freaking in a minor key; we go back almost 25 years, and we've had our share of fights, and while this is going to sound wrong, there have been times I wanted to KILL her---but I never wanted anything bad to happen to her. The last couple of years, she's been going downhill---she's always been prone to addictive, self-destructive behavior, and now this. The worst part is, I'm not surprised. I'm shocked, because I was talking about the situation yesterday with someone who doesn't know S at all, and we both agreed that the Universe was due to give her a wake-up call---but this? Not like this.
Anyway, that's the crisis du jour. Wednesday's plans are still gelatinous, Friday I may end up accompanying B to get her birthday present---she's getting tatts from A---and I'm thinking of volunteering to work July 4th for the extra money.
Good mojo for my buddy gratefully appreciated....
We rendezvoused at the New Century Buffet, and it turned out to be a lot quieter than the last gathering we had there...most notably because S and J weren't there...because S, she of my godchildren the schnauzers, was admitted to the hospital yesterday with signs of a stroke.
The doctors still don't know whether it was, in fact, a stroke. They weren't able to do an MRI because she was incoherent and refused. There's a very good chance that her neurological issues are being caused by abuse of prescription sleeping pills; they have her knocked out, I presume to get her detoxed---Christo, what next?!
I'm freaking in a minor key; we go back almost 25 years, and we've had our share of fights, and while this is going to sound wrong, there have been times I wanted to KILL her---but I never wanted anything bad to happen to her. The last couple of years, she's been going downhill---she's always been prone to addictive, self-destructive behavior, and now this. The worst part is, I'm not surprised. I'm shocked, because I was talking about the situation yesterday with someone who doesn't know S at all, and we both agreed that the Universe was due to give her a wake-up call---but this? Not like this.
Anyway, that's the crisis du jour. Wednesday's plans are still gelatinous, Friday I may end up accompanying B to get her birthday present---she's getting tatts from A---and I'm thinking of volunteering to work July 4th for the extra money.
Good mojo for my buddy gratefully appreciated....
