Today I woke up at Michael's and he made me a great breakfast and we caught some of Paris Hilton's reality tv show and I almost threw up my breakfast.Then we went to visit my aunt at the hospital. She's in an induced coma and hospitals are unpleasant. Her daughter (my cousin) was there and so we had a coffee and she asked me how I was doing after the death of my father (my aunt's younger brother) and it was pretty surreal. She thinks her mom will pull out of it, but said that she was glad to be able to spend time next to her mom's bedside.
I hope my cousin(s) are doing okay. It's hard to go about one's life knowing that a relative is in intensive care, alone and ailing in a hospital. I hope my aunt isn't in any pain and I hope she's not worried or stressed or in any discomfort.
What the fuck do you say or think? This whole scenario is abysmal. The death of my father put things into very sharp focus. This just adds to it. It's so agonizing I don't want to think about it.
Went for a run with Michael. We ran into another runner and chatted a bit. Then we got separated and got into a bit of a tiff. Then we had to make a pit stop. It was like the world's most interrupted run that was never going to come to an end.
Headed downtown for fondue for Squishy's birthday. She was born on February 29th, so she's actually only 8 years old. I ate a lot of fondue but failed to have lunch or dinner so Michael took me to a cool place (Central) on Denman and they were listening to Radioio online (similar to Groove Salad) and maybe I'll get one of their shirts too. I only buy cool t-shirts. I have one
from the CBC, SomaFM and from MEC. You really have to work to get me to wear one of your t-shirts, and I think Radioio is worthy.Fundamentally I'm mentally and physically exhausted and I'm kind of distraught and morose. I can see the hospital where my aunt is from my balcony.
I hate the thought of her alone and I hate the thought of the anguish her kids are going through. I'll do some kind of run tomorrow and then I'll head over there.
It's weird. I saw her like two or three weeks ago and everything was fine.
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Just goes to show that we should all make the most of the life we have.
I hope your aunt pulls through.
And yes, it's hard on family but the nice thing is that it's only hard because of all the love there.
There's something good to be said about that.
Well said Maria and I too hope she gets better soon. Isn't growing up hard?
Hey, did you get the socks yet?
No, not yet. They're probably being held up at the border.
"Frank, what do you make of this. It looks like socks. Do you think it's really socks?".
"Could be, Harry. Could be. Better get out the bomb sniffing dogs just in case".
Dang it... it's probably because they have snorted the sawdust that everything in this house gets covered in. That mixed with dog snot will harden and return to a form of fiberglass. Hope your import industry doesn't suffer too bad. Let's not tell them it was your socks that led to the fall of the Canadian economy.
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