I have a few different views of the redone walk. it was alot easier after i figured out how to use the grid and what not. I hope its good enough now. I still have a few problems i can see with it.
http://www2.hawaii.edu/~rosakoda/ACM216/KodaWalk3.mov
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Friday, December 26, 2008
Litmus Paper
SAINT ROSE PRESCHOOL
"Kimiko, it's not nice to shout out answers. Wait until you are called on."
READING: Red, GRADE: E+
Litmus paper is used in science to indicate how acidic or basic a substance it. If you would like an acidic substance, using litmus paper allows you to realize that your substance is too basic and that you need to add more acidity.
SAINT JOSEPH GRADE SCHOOL
"Raise your hand before speaking Kimiko!"
READING: Yellow, GRADE: E+
SAINT JOSEPH MIDDLE SCHOOL
"Kimiko, your participation level is low. I know you are an A+ student, so I'm giving you the opportunity for extra credit if you'd like to take it."
Reading: Green, GRADE: A+
SAINT MARY HIGH
"As it says on your syllabus, participation is 5% of your grade; as long as you participated you will get full credit. When I call your name, come up to see your current grade."
"Kimiko, you didn't participate this quarter; please speak up for this last week of school so I can give you full credit, okay?"
Reading: Blue, GRADE: A+
COLLEGE
" "
Reading: N/A (Litmus Paper not provided.), GRADE: A-
"Kimiko, it's not nice to shout out answers. Wait until you are called on."
READING: Red, GRADE: E+
Litmus paper is used in science to indicate how acidic or basic a substance it. If you would like an acidic substance, using litmus paper allows you to realize that your substance is too basic and that you need to add more acidity.
SAINT JOSEPH GRADE SCHOOL
"Raise your hand before speaking Kimiko!"
READING: Yellow, GRADE: E+
SAINT JOSEPH MIDDLE SCHOOL
"Kimiko, your participation level is low. I know you are an A+ student, so I'm giving you the opportunity for extra credit if you'd like to take it."
Reading: Green, GRADE: A+
SAINT MARY HIGH
"As it says on your syllabus, participation is 5% of your grade; as long as you participated you will get full credit. When I call your name, come up to see your current grade."
"Kimiko, you didn't participate this quarter; please speak up for this last week of school so I can give you full credit, okay?"
Reading: Blue, GRADE: A+
COLLEGE
" "
Reading: N/A (Litmus Paper not provided.), GRADE: A-
Sunday, October 12, 2008
ER
Oh how much I have forgotten how much I dislike hospitals. All the beeping of the machines and the organized chaos that runs around like recess at the local elementary playground. The look of concern and death on all that are around. How could I forget the smell, damn the smell, the trying to mask decaying peoples excrement with lysol to give it that pine fresh smell. While nurses and doctors try to keep a straight face when talking to either their patients or their families but all the while having no idea what is actually wrong, second guessing that time that they decided to get high instead of studying back in med school. But enough of trying to figure out what is wrong in all their lives, hell most of the staff here dose not give a shit about how I feel, some are here just to collect a paycheck but others, well others are here just because they need the feeling of hurt, sorrow or some sort of pain just to feel alive.
My girlfriend and I got to the ER around 9:00pm and sat in the icebox of the waiting room we sit and wait and wait and wait, five hours go by and we still are not seen. My girlfriend at this time has gone to talking to the other patients just to pass the time and to kill her hunger pains that are growing deep inside her. One couple has been here for over eight hours and are still waiting to get in, I think she said they were here due to the younger man getting a broken jaw some how. Sitting in this uncomfortable chair I have had enough, from not being able to breathe, swallow and having a high fever I drag myself up to the check in window and decided to tell the on-call that I'm going home.
Here is where things happen that I still don't understand. The head on-call tells me that I can not leave and if I do they can charge me with going A.W.O.L., at first when I hear this I think she is joking and just laugh in her general direction, until she says it again. At hearing this I snap at the lady, "Just how in the hell are you going to charge somebody with going awol if they are not even in the fucking active duty Army and that I have been out for five years!" Now to charge a soldier with awol means that basically a soldier just leaves and doesn't tell anybody where he is going, kinda like running away. It is a serious charge for most soldiers or for kids who join and go into boot camp. The lady goes into the back and grabs the head nurse in charge and tries to have her explain this charge against me, "sir you came in here, signed in and therefore you are our responsibility, not to m-", Ma'am I say, "I need to remind you that I am no longer in the Army and therefore can not be charged with awol, so therefore you all need to get your facts straight before you go and threaten somebody". Saying all this probably didn't sound anything like I thought it really sounded like but I made my point and still left to go home, I mean hell it was already like one in the morning and I have not eaten since this morning.
After getting home my girlfriend and I attempt to get some sleep and I will try the college clinic here in the morning. That night was the worst night of my life as far as sleep goes, every time I would fall asleep my throat would clog up and choke me to where I could not breath and Erin would shake me to get me up. I don't think that either one of us got any sleep, I even got up twice in the night to take a really hot shower to try to open up my system so I could breathe. I have to be honest that at this point I was really starting to scare myself.
The next morning we both go up the hill to the medical services building to get me looked at. The staff here is very friendly and wants to help so it puts me at ease, I get put through the regular checks that goes on in here. While here I get seen by two students, two doctors and one nurse who look at me like they have seen a ghost. They tell me that since they can not see into my throat due to all the swelling I need to get to an ER to get looked at right away, makes sense because I have not been able to breathe correctly. So here we go for the second day in a row, back to the ER at Trippler, god I hope that I don't have to wait five hours again. We arrive at the ER around noon and decided to do the sign in and wait plan of attack again.
This time it only takes four hours to see me, and right away the nurse in charge starts to hook me up with an IV and flushes my system with a wonderful cocktail of steroids, morphine and antibiotics. All the well educated around me are pleased with the success of their med cocktail. After watching me and my machine change numbers from high to low and my look getting better they decided to release me with some pills and to take care with a half hearted smile. I even have to admit that I felt great and was thankful for everything that the doctors had done for me. God I slept well that night and when I woke up I felt like a new person. So obeying doctors orders I stayed home and just relaxed in front of the television and great 80's movies.
The problem with being released from the emergency room after being pumped full of drugs is that when the meds leave your system you crash hard, hella hard worse than before.
At three in the morning I choke my self awake and stumble downstairs to throw myself into a hot shower to help open up my throat. This hot shower trick has usually worked in the past and I was hoping that it might work one more time so I can get back to sleep. While in the shower I start to gag on my own saliva and phlegm, I drop to my knees trying to spit up this invader of my airways so I can breathe, im starting to get more scared now, I can't breathe. I manage to turn off the water and crawl out of the shower to where im in position to puke up what ever is in my system into the toilet. Enough is enough and I dress myself not even bothering to dry off, I climb the stairs up to Erin like they were the rope ladder in the gym. I stumble to her bed and attempt to sit down, feeling for her hand I finally find it and give it a gentle squeeze, she wakes up and notices that Im not well, she starts to talk to me but I can not respond to her because I can not talk. Tears falling out of my face I grab my cell phone and just type on the screen please take me to back to the ER.
Happy Holidays
“Merry-” the door to the condo burst open and, along with the blast of icy wind, two panting brothers burst through the door, their cheeks flushed from the cold outside and their eyes shinning with merriment.
“Don’t even start,” light brown eyes flashed crimson, a look of resignation on their owners face as the fire in the hearth began to burn merrily.
“Don’t be such a party pooper, Tobias,” the younger brother smiled in delight as he shook the snow from his hair.
“Hm...” crimson eyes simply stared back at their emerald counterparts.
“Huh... Still the same as ever, huh?”
“So it would seem,” Tobias nodded his agreement of the statement.
“So then, how about ‘good morning’?”
“As it is before noon, that will suffice. Yes.”
“Not in Japan it wouldn’t.”
“Play nice boys.”
“Boys...?” One husband and one friend turned to observe the process of a very sleepy, very pregnant woman making her way down the stairs in a fuzzy bathrobe and pink bunny slippers.
“Bailey, you look...” Vance’s brown eyes crinkled in mirth, “great? I don’t know... what’s the appropriate word? I’ll get back to you in a minute.”
“Uh huh.” The lady’s blue-green eyes narrowed slightly and a moment later-
“Ow! What the...”
Bailey had thrown one of her slippers at hit her friend in the head with it.
“Meh...” his brother shrugged. “It’s what you get for teasing her, again.”
“Thank you, Leo,” Bailey smiled gratefully at the elder of the two brothers, before turning, her gaze an attempt at severity despite her obvious mirth, to the younger one, “Vance, would you like more?”
There was only one answer her friend felt he could, in all honesty, give without lying, “Yes, please.” Vance smiled unabashedly while a rueful, yet unapologetic, grin found its way to his upturned cheeks.
His friend shook her head in mock disgust. “Never mind.”
“So?” Leo looked around. The foyer, he noted, was brightly lit with green and red lights. Almost to the point of being overdone but not quite. Most likely Tobias had done what he could to curb Bailey’s Christmas fervor. “Where is eve-”
His question was cut short as the door burst open once more and three more people tumbled in, giggling as the youngest one pounded her blonde haired friend with what was soon apparent, not the first snowball.
“Are you three quite finished?” Van wondered, as he banished the snow they had tracked in back through the still open door.
“She started it.”
Aubrey pointed an accusatory finger at Lauren who shook her head, attempting to deny what her mischievous smile already confirmed.
Maira, meanwhile, simply stood back to observe as she removed her coat and calmly surveyed the rest of the room. A single eyebrow rose as she took in the ornate decorations and she exchanged a look of mild amusement with Tobias.
“So,” Aubrey glanced at Leo, a smile racing across her face, as she took off her jacket and sat down on the couch in front of the fire, “it’s been a while, Leo.”
“Hm? Oh, yeah. I’ve been busy. Sorry...” he smiled apologetically.
Aubrey waved off his apology, “It’s fine. I know you would have called if you’d had time.” She turned to her other friends, “You guys look well, as expected.”
“Meh, as expected?”
“What’s with the ‘meh’?” Tobias glanced over at his best friend, the barest hint of a sly smile on his otherwise composed face. “Still the same as ever, huh?”
“Of course.” Leo grinned.
Aubrey rolled her eyes. A movement echoed by Lauren and Bailey. Van, on the other hand, proceeded to punch his big brother in the arm.
“Don’t even start,” light brown eyes flashed crimson, a look of resignation on their owners face as the fire in the hearth began to burn merrily.
“Don’t be such a party pooper, Tobias,” the younger brother smiled in delight as he shook the snow from his hair.
“Hm...” crimson eyes simply stared back at their emerald counterparts.
“Huh... Still the same as ever, huh?”
“So it would seem,” Tobias nodded his agreement of the statement.
“So then, how about ‘good morning’?”
“As it is before noon, that will suffice. Yes.”
“Not in Japan it wouldn’t.”
“Play nice boys.”
“Boys...?” One husband and one friend turned to observe the process of a very sleepy, very pregnant woman making her way down the stairs in a fuzzy bathrobe and pink bunny slippers.
“Bailey, you look...” Vance’s brown eyes crinkled in mirth, “great? I don’t know... what’s the appropriate word? I’ll get back to you in a minute.”
“Uh huh.” The lady’s blue-green eyes narrowed slightly and a moment later-
“Ow! What the...”
Bailey had thrown one of her slippers at hit her friend in the head with it.
“Meh...” his brother shrugged. “It’s what you get for teasing her, again.”
“Thank you, Leo,” Bailey smiled gratefully at the elder of the two brothers, before turning, her gaze an attempt at severity despite her obvious mirth, to the younger one, “Vance, would you like more?”
There was only one answer her friend felt he could, in all honesty, give without lying, “Yes, please.” Vance smiled unabashedly while a rueful, yet unapologetic, grin found its way to his upturned cheeks.
His friend shook her head in mock disgust. “Never mind.”
“So?” Leo looked around. The foyer, he noted, was brightly lit with green and red lights. Almost to the point of being overdone but not quite. Most likely Tobias had done what he could to curb Bailey’s Christmas fervor. “Where is eve-”
His question was cut short as the door burst open once more and three more people tumbled in, giggling as the youngest one pounded her blonde haired friend with what was soon apparent, not the first snowball.
“Are you three quite finished?” Van wondered, as he banished the snow they had tracked in back through the still open door.
“She started it.”
Aubrey pointed an accusatory finger at Lauren who shook her head, attempting to deny what her mischievous smile already confirmed.
Maira, meanwhile, simply stood back to observe as she removed her coat and calmly surveyed the rest of the room. A single eyebrow rose as she took in the ornate decorations and she exchanged a look of mild amusement with Tobias.
“So,” Aubrey glanced at Leo, a smile racing across her face, as she took off her jacket and sat down on the couch in front of the fire, “it’s been a while, Leo.”
“Hm? Oh, yeah. I’ve been busy. Sorry...” he smiled apologetically.
Aubrey waved off his apology, “It’s fine. I know you would have called if you’d had time.” She turned to her other friends, “You guys look well, as expected.”
“Meh, as expected?”
“What’s with the ‘meh’?” Tobias glanced over at his best friend, the barest hint of a sly smile on his otherwise composed face. “Still the same as ever, huh?”
“Of course.” Leo grinned.
Aubrey rolled her eyes. A movement echoed by Lauren and Bailey. Van, on the other hand, proceeded to punch his big brother in the arm.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Another Crazy
I wake up, looking around me at the red-stained sheets and the broken glass and the scattered clothing—I know something had happened here. I look to my right and see him there, sprawled out with his face smashed against the pillow, that smile of brainless sleep that comes with a night of getting trashed plastered across his face. I pull the covers off me, trying to get up to go take a piss, and as I push myself off the bed, I feel it. The pain riddling my body sends shock waves through me like a raging fire.
I look down and see bruises and red etchings of teeth scattered across my
skin.
“What the fuck!? How the fuck did this happen?” I half scream, half
whisper, not wanting to wake the naked body on the bed. “Oh my god.”
I roll my eyes, knowing I’d done it again. I’d found another crazy that seemed so impeccably sane. “Fuck shit.” I half limp to the bathroom, the bruises and bite marks on my legs still smarting, still discovering themselves. “God damn it.”
As I move to sit on the toilet seat, I discovered where the real problem would be. My ass felt so bruised and scratched that even grazing the seat sent pain so intense surging through my body that I thought my knees might buckle beneath me.
That was too much. I hurriedly limp back to the bedroom, delicately pulling on my pants and shirt, grabbing my purse then heading for the door. As I open it I hear a faint “Hey, where you goin’ baby?”
And I slam the door shut behind me.
I look down and see bruises and red etchings of teeth scattered across my
skin.
“What the fuck!? How the fuck did this happen?” I half scream, half
whisper, not wanting to wake the naked body on the bed. “Oh my god.”
I roll my eyes, knowing I’d done it again. I’d found another crazy that seemed so impeccably sane. “Fuck shit.” I half limp to the bathroom, the bruises and bite marks on my legs still smarting, still discovering themselves. “God damn it.”
As I move to sit on the toilet seat, I discovered where the real problem would be. My ass felt so bruised and scratched that even grazing the seat sent pain so intense surging through my body that I thought my knees might buckle beneath me.
That was too much. I hurriedly limp back to the bedroom, delicately pulling on my pants and shirt, grabbing my purse then heading for the door. As I open it I hear a faint “Hey, where you goin’ baby?”
And I slam the door shut behind me.
Guns
They are sitting on the floor outside my new room. It has a big door. And it is see-through. Mommy has been crying a lot. Her face is always wet. She always has a ring of tissue around her. I want to hug her now, but she is too far away. They say that she’s not allowed in my room.
I am sorry Mommy.
Daddy is kneeling next to her. He is quiet. Daddy never cries. He is very strong. Mommy is sad and cries. But Daddy understands Mommy even though he doesn’t cry. They are both sad. I wish I could make them happy. I wish I could tell them sorry. Sorry makes things better.
I am sorry Mommy.
I cannot talk to Mommy. They say I can’t. She cannot hear me. She is too sad. So I just sit here and say sorry. If I say it enough maybe the feeling will float to them. And then they will be happy. And then Mommy will stop crying.
I am sorry Mommy.
Daddy cannot hear me too. He is too sad like Mommy. I am sorry Daddy. Am I a bad person? Daddy cannot see me. He can only stare at the stone wall. Or only stare at Mommy crying. Daddy cannot talk to me. I am sorry Daddy. Daddy doesn’t cry like Mommy. He is very strong.
I am sorry Mommy.
Daddy and Mommy hug more often than before. They hug tighter than before. And Mommy cries. Daddy’s shirt gets all wet. But Mommy is mad too. Mommy is mad at Daddy. She sometimes yells at Daddy when they are hugging. And hits Daddy in the chest. But Daddy is strong so it doesn’t hurt. Daddy understands Mommy. They are both sad. But Mommy is mad at Daddy. It was Daddy’s gun.
I am sorry Mommy.
Daddy is mad too. Daddy’s mad at Daddy. When Daddy’s not quiet, Daddy talks to Daddy. “I should have taught him right. Should have told him guns are bad. Should have hid it in a better place. ” Mommy just nods with her face in Daddy’s shirt. Mommy just cries more.
I am sorry Mommy.
Daddy said he bought the gun for protection. It is to protect us from bad people, like how police people do. But bad people use guns too. Am I a bad person Daddy? Daddy let me touch it and it was nice. I want a gun too. I want to be like Daddy. I want a gun. But Mommy doesn’t like guns.
I am sorry Mommy.
Aunty Maggy came yesterday. I don’t like Aunty Maggy. She always yells at Mommy. Mommy cries when Daddy’s not there. Daddy doesn’t know Mommy cries. Only I hear Mommy cry. Aunty Maggy is mean. She tells Mommy bad stuff. She should say she is sorry. But Aunty Maggy is a bad person. A bad person that makes Mommy sad. I don’t like Aunty Maggy. I hug Mommy and say I am sorry. Mommy says she’s okay. But she is sad. She says to be a good boy and don’t tell Daddy. I am a good boy. I don’t tell Daddy. But I don’t like Aunty Maggy.
I am sorry Mommy.
Aunty Maggy came yesterday. She came into my old room. I don’t like Aunty Maggy. So I make a mean face at her. Her eyes get really big. Aunty Maggy starts screaming for Daddy. I am a good boy. The gun is for protection. If I have a gun, Mommy will be protected from bad people. From Aunty Maggy. Mommy won’t be sad anymore. Daddy doesn’t know Mommy is sad. He cannot protect Mommy. The gun is heavy and cold and nice. I am a good boy. Aunty Maggy keeps screaming. And then…BANG…Daddy and Mommy come running.
I am sorry Mommy.
I want to hug you now Mommy. And say sorry. But they said that I have to go see God soon. Please don’t cry Mommy. Thank you for visiting me Mommy. I like the flowers. I want you to be happy Mommy. And Daddy too. Please be happy. Mommy don’t cry.
I am sorry Mommy.
Aunty Maggy came yesterday. And they found the body.
I am sorry Mommy.
Am I a bad person Mommy? I don’t want to be in here Mommy. I want to come home. It is cold and dark and small here. I don’t want to see God. I want you to stop crying. Mommy please be happy. Don’t cry anymore Mommy. They put me here because I had Daddy’s gun. I am sorry Mommy. I won’t take Daddy’s gun again. Please Mommy, can I come home?
I am sorry Mommy.
They won’t let me out of this room. They say I cannot come home Mommy. They say I cannot hug you.
I am sorry Mommy.
I don’t want to see God. I just want to hug Mommy. Hug Daddy. Please don’t take me away.
I am sorry Mommy.
They say it’s time to say goodbye. God is waiting for me. I cannot hug you Mommy. I cannot say I am sorry. I just can love you Mommy. And Daddy too.
I am sorry Mommy.
Goodbye Mommy.
I am sorry Mommy.
Goodbye Daddy.
I am sorry Mommy.
I love you.
I am sorry Mommy.
There is a gate you have to pass before going to meet God. They tell me to say why I am here. Who I am. And how old I am. A man with a paper tells me what to say. “I am here for firing a gun. I am the son of Jake and Michelle Kelly. I am two years old.”
I am sorry Mommy. I love you.
I am sorry Mommy.
Daddy is kneeling next to her. He is quiet. Daddy never cries. He is very strong. Mommy is sad and cries. But Daddy understands Mommy even though he doesn’t cry. They are both sad. I wish I could make them happy. I wish I could tell them sorry. Sorry makes things better.
I am sorry Mommy.
I cannot talk to Mommy. They say I can’t. She cannot hear me. She is too sad. So I just sit here and say sorry. If I say it enough maybe the feeling will float to them. And then they will be happy. And then Mommy will stop crying.
I am sorry Mommy.
Daddy cannot hear me too. He is too sad like Mommy. I am sorry Daddy. Am I a bad person? Daddy cannot see me. He can only stare at the stone wall. Or only stare at Mommy crying. Daddy cannot talk to me. I am sorry Daddy. Daddy doesn’t cry like Mommy. He is very strong.
I am sorry Mommy.
Daddy and Mommy hug more often than before. They hug tighter than before. And Mommy cries. Daddy’s shirt gets all wet. But Mommy is mad too. Mommy is mad at Daddy. She sometimes yells at Daddy when they are hugging. And hits Daddy in the chest. But Daddy is strong so it doesn’t hurt. Daddy understands Mommy. They are both sad. But Mommy is mad at Daddy. It was Daddy’s gun.
I am sorry Mommy.
Daddy is mad too. Daddy’s mad at Daddy. When Daddy’s not quiet, Daddy talks to Daddy. “I should have taught him right. Should have told him guns are bad. Should have hid it in a better place. ” Mommy just nods with her face in Daddy’s shirt. Mommy just cries more.
I am sorry Mommy.
Daddy said he bought the gun for protection. It is to protect us from bad people, like how police people do. But bad people use guns too. Am I a bad person Daddy? Daddy let me touch it and it was nice. I want a gun too. I want to be like Daddy. I want a gun. But Mommy doesn’t like guns.
I am sorry Mommy.
Aunty Maggy came yesterday. I don’t like Aunty Maggy. She always yells at Mommy. Mommy cries when Daddy’s not there. Daddy doesn’t know Mommy cries. Only I hear Mommy cry. Aunty Maggy is mean. She tells Mommy bad stuff. She should say she is sorry. But Aunty Maggy is a bad person. A bad person that makes Mommy sad. I don’t like Aunty Maggy. I hug Mommy and say I am sorry. Mommy says she’s okay. But she is sad. She says to be a good boy and don’t tell Daddy. I am a good boy. I don’t tell Daddy. But I don’t like Aunty Maggy.
I am sorry Mommy.
Aunty Maggy came yesterday. She came into my old room. I don’t like Aunty Maggy. So I make a mean face at her. Her eyes get really big. Aunty Maggy starts screaming for Daddy. I am a good boy. The gun is for protection. If I have a gun, Mommy will be protected from bad people. From Aunty Maggy. Mommy won’t be sad anymore. Daddy doesn’t know Mommy is sad. He cannot protect Mommy. The gun is heavy and cold and nice. I am a good boy. Aunty Maggy keeps screaming. And then…BANG…Daddy and Mommy come running.
I am sorry Mommy.
I want to hug you now Mommy. And say sorry. But they said that I have to go see God soon. Please don’t cry Mommy. Thank you for visiting me Mommy. I like the flowers. I want you to be happy Mommy. And Daddy too. Please be happy. Mommy don’t cry.
I am sorry Mommy.
Aunty Maggy came yesterday. And they found the body.
I am sorry Mommy.
Am I a bad person Mommy? I don’t want to be in here Mommy. I want to come home. It is cold and dark and small here. I don’t want to see God. I want you to stop crying. Mommy please be happy. Don’t cry anymore Mommy. They put me here because I had Daddy’s gun. I am sorry Mommy. I won’t take Daddy’s gun again. Please Mommy, can I come home?
I am sorry Mommy.
They won’t let me out of this room. They say I cannot come home Mommy. They say I cannot hug you.
I am sorry Mommy.
I don’t want to see God. I just want to hug Mommy. Hug Daddy. Please don’t take me away.
I am sorry Mommy.
They say it’s time to say goodbye. God is waiting for me. I cannot hug you Mommy. I cannot say I am sorry. I just can love you Mommy. And Daddy too.
I am sorry Mommy.
Goodbye Mommy.
I am sorry Mommy.
Goodbye Daddy.
I am sorry Mommy.
I love you.
I am sorry Mommy.
There is a gate you have to pass before going to meet God. They tell me to say why I am here. Who I am. And how old I am. A man with a paper tells me what to say. “I am here for firing a gun. I am the son of Jake and Michelle Kelly. I am two years old.”
I am sorry Mommy. I love you.
That B****
Sure, she’s my grandmother, but that doesn't mean she has the right to be a bitch. Every time we go to the care home, all she does is bitch and moan. I know she’s faking it. Faking being sick. Faking her cough just to get some God damn attention. That bitch.
The other day she tells my grandfather over the phone that she is sick and needs special medicine. It’s not just any kind of medicine. Only this specific one will work. Just this one. What the fuck?! The care home is a fucking hospital! How the heck can she not get the medication through the hospital? What the fuck are we paying these people for? That bitch.
My grandfather was actually sick himself that day so he couldn’t enter the care facility. Old people can easily catch diseases and die I guess. It was my duty as the obedient granddaughter to go take her the medicine. To go hunting for this God damn medicine that I don’t even know if it exists or not. Why? Because I love my grandfather. I don’t want him to have to search the planet to find this possibly made-up piece of crap. I don’t want him to get into trouble because he tries to “sneak” in to the care home and risks accidentally killing someone. I say “sneak” because he can barely walk at his age. Yet, against this natural impediment he just has to visit my grandmother every freaken day. He has to. Or else she will start complaining to the nurses more. If he can’t come by the time she wakes up, she suddenly gets all needy and becomes the tyrannical bitch of the whole place. I feel sorry for the staff. That bitch.
Why does my grandfather love this bitch so unconditionally? I don’t know how he fell in love with her. I know, I know. I should be grateful. If it wasn’t for them, I wouldn’t have been born. Yes, yada yada. I have to love her, she’s my grandmother. But does that mean that my grandmother can take my grandfather’s love for granted? Does that mean she can be bossy and get whatever the heck she wants whenever the heck she wants it? That bitch.
Anyway, I got to the care home and put the medicine in my bag and out of sight. I was going to do a little experiment…I went over to my grandmother’s room and pretended that I had come of my own accord and had no idea about the conversation she had had with my grandfather. She said she was grateful that I came to visit her. That I was the most wonderful granddaughter. She began to complain about how my grandfather only cares about himself and doesn’t care about little old her. I wanted to slap her. But other than complaining about the hospital staff, she seemed fine. That bitch.
I went to see my grandmother this morning. She had asked for me. I’m surprised she didn’t ask for my grandfather. When I get there and seat myself near beside her bed
she asks me to hold her hand. I lean over and give grab the feeble hand that could barely lift off on the bed. She looks me long and hard in the eyes and tells me that I’m the best granddaughter in the world. I’m so nice. I take care of her and read to her. And visit her. She wants to give me something, she says. Come visit me tomorrow. She says it’s something very important. Okay, grandmother, I say. I’ll come tomorrow. Then I told her to get some rest. She held my hand for a while longer and looked at me with soft eyes. Then she lay back and fell asleep.
I found out later that she had died after I left. I found out later that she had left me the necklace her mother had given her…………That bitch………
The other day she tells my grandfather over the phone that she is sick and needs special medicine. It’s not just any kind of medicine. Only this specific one will work. Just this one. What the fuck?! The care home is a fucking hospital! How the heck can she not get the medication through the hospital? What the fuck are we paying these people for? That bitch.
My grandfather was actually sick himself that day so he couldn’t enter the care facility. Old people can easily catch diseases and die I guess. It was my duty as the obedient granddaughter to go take her the medicine. To go hunting for this God damn medicine that I don’t even know if it exists or not. Why? Because I love my grandfather. I don’t want him to have to search the planet to find this possibly made-up piece of crap. I don’t want him to get into trouble because he tries to “sneak” in to the care home and risks accidentally killing someone. I say “sneak” because he can barely walk at his age. Yet, against this natural impediment he just has to visit my grandmother every freaken day. He has to. Or else she will start complaining to the nurses more. If he can’t come by the time she wakes up, she suddenly gets all needy and becomes the tyrannical bitch of the whole place. I feel sorry for the staff. That bitch.
Why does my grandfather love this bitch so unconditionally? I don’t know how he fell in love with her. I know, I know. I should be grateful. If it wasn’t for them, I wouldn’t have been born. Yes, yada yada. I have to love her, she’s my grandmother. But does that mean that my grandmother can take my grandfather’s love for granted? Does that mean she can be bossy and get whatever the heck she wants whenever the heck she wants it? That bitch.
Anyway, I got to the care home and put the medicine in my bag and out of sight. I was going to do a little experiment…I went over to my grandmother’s room and pretended that I had come of my own accord and had no idea about the conversation she had had with my grandfather. She said she was grateful that I came to visit her. That I was the most wonderful granddaughter. She began to complain about how my grandfather only cares about himself and doesn’t care about little old her. I wanted to slap her. But other than complaining about the hospital staff, she seemed fine. That bitch.
I went to see my grandmother this morning. She had asked for me. I’m surprised she didn’t ask for my grandfather. When I get there and seat myself near beside her bed
she asks me to hold her hand. I lean over and give grab the feeble hand that could barely lift off on the bed. She looks me long and hard in the eyes and tells me that I’m the best granddaughter in the world. I’m so nice. I take care of her and read to her. And visit her. She wants to give me something, she says. Come visit me tomorrow. She says it’s something very important. Okay, grandmother, I say. I’ll come tomorrow. Then I told her to get some rest. She held my hand for a while longer and looked at me with soft eyes. Then she lay back and fell asleep.
I found out later that she had died after I left. I found out later that she had left me the necklace her mother had given her…………That bitch………
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