He's In a Coma
Right now my uncle is in a coma. He had a stroke. But not the type of stroke you can think of...meaning he doesn't drink, smoke, or even eat meat. He is 55 and picture, perfect healthy until he had a nightmare last Tuesday and jumped out of his sleep. When he did that he popped a vein that goes into his brain which cut off the blood that goes to his brain. He stroked on Wednesday. On Thursday he was fine, speaking, reading, chilling in the hosital bed then ... then on Friday they drained the fuild around his brain with a shunt and he hasn't awaken yet....
But my mother is driving me crazy. I know that is her brother and I understand how she feels but we have had nothing but positive reports from his wife, my grandmother, and the doctors. The brain waves are fine. His organs are perfect. The brain swelling has gone down and there is rapid eye movement, meaning he's sleeping. But my mother is going insane. We're talking about her baby brother here.
My mother is the type of anal person you meet on the street and automatically decide you don't want to be her friend because she corrected her grammar at least 10 times within the 5 minutes you have met her. She's the type of person you try to tell a joke to and she just looks at you. You ask her if it was funny and she says yeah but doesn't laugh. She has defrosted the fridge 2x, seasoned all the food and refroze it. She has stripped the wall paper and fixtures in the bathroom and is in the process of reconstructing the only bathroom in our home.
My mom has always said that she is the sane one when something goes wrong in the family. And she usually is. She is usually the one who will be able to hold everyone together, get the essential work needed done, and hold us all down. But right now, right now she ain't holding no one down. Now I have to do everything. I'm doing things when I'm the one who falls apart. I usually am the one at the funeral who jumps on the casket screaming take me with you!!!!! I guess the problem is I don't have a place to vent, to be myself and actually cry...instead I have to be the adult day and night around the clock. What's worst is I have to be the adult because I did an internship in a hospital so according to my family "I know about medical stuff and problems". Thanks for listening...going back to being an adult!!!!! Aaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Don't worry I plan on sending my mother to see her brother, did I mention he lives on the other coast...yeah I got to get her out of here...I'm sending her soon!!!!
I do have to say thanks for my aunt...she is the only other person in the family is as together as I am...but I guess I'm so together because I know my uncle is going to snap out of this!
Allow Me To Reintroduce Myself
I've seen a lot of blogs where people sit and talk about themselves...I've never really found myself so interesting to talk about myself like that. At the same, I've noticed that I may be perceived from my lifestyle as someone totally different than I actually am...so with that here are some random facts/thoughts from myself:
I can't see myself living pass the age of 35
Not that I want to die but it's not something I can envision
I'm only 5'
When I was in 9th grade I wore a size ten shoe now I wear a size 6 1/2, my mom thinks I wore big shoes to fit in
When I first got to college my major was journalism, but I'm lazy so I changed my major
I love the snow but hate the winter
I'm suppose to wear glasses but I don't wear them that often so most people think I'm scowling at them but really I'm squinting because I can't see
I wanted to go to a HBCU but my mom said no...damn
I went to an all African-American Catholic Elementary School but it was all African-American because it was in the hood
I'm facinated with jails and the pathology of those who are incarcerated
My parents look like they could be brother and sister, I would believe they were if it weren't for the fact that they are from two different countries
I am trilingual
My father is an illegal alien
I'm still afraid of the dark therefore I sleep with the tv on
I can't sleep if the closet door is open...honestly I still believe the boogyman lives in there!
I am afraid of divorce therefore I am afraid of marriage thus I am afraid of commitment. (Do you follow?)
I have over 20 bestfriends...I have to explain that in person
I don't like to kiss but I want
31 to kiss me so bad I mean really passionately kiss me but he doesn't kiss either
I snore
Whenever I get sick I don't go to the doctor but if I'm healthy I will go to the doctor
I like all types of music except country music...no I like country music I hate bluegrass music
My parents were married for 15 years before they even thought of having kids together but for some reason I have three brothers and two sisters who are all older than me
My grandmother is my #1 bestfriend
And I am way more quiet and humble than the partying and working seems to show!!!!
Labels: 31 now, me
You Must Hate My Gas Tank
I have a friend who hardly ever comes out of the house. She is very pretty. She used to model. Remember the Carl Thomas video...yeah that's her. Well, she's always been the type who was always easy going and nice. She is the funniest person you'd ever meet. Well, over about 3 years ago she got into a relationship with someone. He has basically destroyed her self esteem to the point where she thinks that she is ugly and often leaves. He's even told her that she was stupid and corny and other name calling.
A couple of months ago we went out and he got into an argument with her and she decided not to go anymore. About 8 weeks ago she decided to come out with me and he got into another argument with her the night before. Instead of staying home she decided to come out with me anyway. We got there, we were having a good time, then he showed up. He walked in, looked her and then left. After that she complained the entire night. All of a sudden the club was wack, the people were corny, and she had a headache. Well basically that's how she has been ever since she has been with him. He gets her upset and then she just flips and turns into a person who thinks that she needs to run and hide in her home. She will just get up and say okay it's time for me to go home. She is basically hiding in her own home because of this man.
She's complained so bad while we were out that it came to the point where I would have to leave and drive her home. I got so mad that I just stopped inviting her out. How could any one woman, and I know what domestic violence is, I am a Social Worker, but I guess when it's close to home it still doesn't make sense. But how do you allow someone to have that much control over you. I told her several times that any time a man showed up where I was for 5 minutes to look at me then turn around and leave then I know I'm the fucking shit!!!! Not that I need to run the hell home and hide. LOL!
Long story short, last night she called and asked me to go out. I had a place in mind so I took her with me. She started talking in the car about how another friend of ours did an intervention on her. How she sat her down to help her get over him. Oh, did I forget to mention they aren't together anymore...yeah they break up every other week. Well, on the way she then says, oh I have a headache I think it's from this gum I'm chewing. That's how it all starts. She starts to talk about dude then she busts out and says oh I think my feet hurt. Then 1 hour later she demanding you take her home because he is texting her but her feet hurt too. Anyway, we get to the club and she automatically sits down and we were only there for about 5 minutes. She starts to complain about her feet hurting. Then when the music starts to get good and my other friends show up then she has a major headache and she's getting text messages so now she is ready to go. I can't take it anymore. I can't hang out with insecure people and I'm tired of leaving the club to take her all the way home and then drive back to the club. My gas tank can't handle it and this is ridiculous.
To my friend, I hope this doesn't hurt you but I love you and you have got to get over whatever it is that you are stuck on. If you need some help I got you but we'll meet there, you can't ride with me!
Labels: friends, gas, insecurity
