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I can't deal
Aug. 6th, 2006 08:21 pmMy mother was supposed to come up this weekend. Lisa Pierce is getting married next weekend, and my brother, mother, father, stepmother and I are all planning to attend. Originally my Mom was supposed to be here this coming Friday, the 11th, and then she wanted to switch it to last Friday, the 4th. The thing is, my cousin Roslyn is also planning to come sometime this week, and both of them want to stay with me. The other thing is--Midsummer is T-13, and I'm very focused on that. So my mother pushed back her arrival time to today, Sunday.
I was expecting her around 4. She called me around 2. She's not coming up. She fell on the way to the station and broke her ankle. I was in shock, saying "What do you want me to do?" and "I'll call Bart." She wants me to come down there, but she said she knows I can't. I called Bart and told him and then forced myself to get out of the apartment--I took the train down to Midtown and met with Clare (Peaseblossom/Air) and we walked around buying fairy costume stuff, including glitter. I was just so depressed, thinking about how Mom was going to be REALLY depressed--she really wanted to visit, she wanted to see my new apartment and help me shop for groceries and see the tabbies and this is the start of her vacation...and BAM! she's in the hospital.
She just called me a little while ago--she's going into surgery tomorrow. She MAY be able to come up at the end of the week, she just doesn't know. Her spirits sounded much better than when she called this afternoon.
I've been having terrible headaches lately. I just can't deal.
I was expecting her around 4. She called me around 2. She's not coming up. She fell on the way to the station and broke her ankle. I was in shock, saying "What do you want me to do?" and "I'll call Bart." She wants me to come down there, but she said she knows I can't. I called Bart and told him and then forced myself to get out of the apartment--I took the train down to Midtown and met with Clare (Peaseblossom/Air) and we walked around buying fairy costume stuff, including glitter. I was just so depressed, thinking about how Mom was going to be REALLY depressed--she really wanted to visit, she wanted to see my new apartment and help me shop for groceries and see the tabbies and this is the start of her vacation...and BAM! she's in the hospital.
She just called me a little while ago--she's going into surgery tomorrow. She MAY be able to come up at the end of the week, she just doesn't know. Her spirits sounded much better than when she called this afternoon.
I've been having terrible headaches lately. I just can't deal.
