When I’m nervous I start writing. This evening my grandmother isn’t feeling all that hot so as I sit here in the hospital and crack half jokes to keep her smiling I find myself thinking about odd things.
What is it about a hospital that makes you extremely hungry? Is it the fact that you know that you’ll be in one spot for an extended period of time when visiting a loved one, or is it the thought of the cafeteria closing right after you feel that last pain of hunger?
In my family we get worked up much differently than most people. If we’re stressed out we just stay awake and toil. Grandma was in here last week and I don’t think any of us got a solid hour of sleep. However we spent more time laughing and telling stories than we ever do on a normal occasion. There’s something about the idea of things changing that causes us all to turn up the positive energy… but in doing so we never deal with the emotions that are stirring under the surface. I can appreciate the front that we all give one another, but it makes for a tiresome private recovery.
Vinyl furniture only makes sense here. There shouldn’t be any other place that has vinyl furniture, but they just keep selling it to people for them to put it in their homes. Somebody should pass the word on that.
One of my aunts just loves to be the one to tell us the news. It’s almost like a badge of honor that she gather and disseminate the stories of doom and gloom. I’m sure everyone knows someone that just can’t wait to tell it. I’m getting to the point that now when my phone rings I prepare myself for the highest level of catastrophe so that when I hear it I can withhold the dramatic reaction. That’s my own sick way to pay back her running down the dreary news. We love one another dearly, I think we just get a kick out of being weird to each other.
Why don’t they get the people that make the chain restaurant food in the hospital to do the cooking out in the real world? Or is it the isolation and lack of options that makes everything taste like they got the recipe from Emril?
There’s something extra special about how we rally behind one another in our time of need. We come from far and wide, rearrange our work schedules and stay late. I love my family, and in all honesty I’m nervous, but I’m glad that we’ve stayed close over the years and can still come up with new ways to make one another smile when things are a bit crazy.
#Love