Dr. Kevorkian..Calling Dr. Kevorkian
Can they still call it assisted suicide if the patient is unaware of the concoction of death? I ask this because Paul’s mother has struck again and where she is so deathly ill, I figured he could be an end to our erm I mean her suffering. She does suffer, we know because she tells us daily how bad she suffers. Most people who are really ill are thankful each morning they wake up able to still walk, but not her. She starts out her morning screaming, “Jesus H. Fucking Christ, I’m alive. Well what the fuck, now I have to do those dishes!”
What’s fun is when you call her, and I think everyone should enjoy that experience, she answers the phone in a variety of ways, each delightful in their own way. You get,”What the fuck?” Yes, she actually answers the phone that way. Or you get her breathing heavy seemingly unable to answer you due to shortness of breath, but shortly after she is literally SCREAMING at you about something a neighbor or someone else did for five minutes straight without taking a breath or a break. By the end of the conversation your eyes and ears are bleeding. But she’ll finish up that half hour yelling session in the same way she started it, acting barely able to breath! You’d wonder who that hellcat was in the middle of the conversation.
Paul’s mother is very upset with my sister P. Now my sister P bends over backwards to help Paul’s mother out. Takes her to doctors appointments, makes appointments, takes care of everything for her. Set her up with home health aides, nurses, shoppers and a house keeper. But is Paul’s mother thankful? NOPERS. Instead P misses one appointment in six years and suddenly P is a leper. She should be drug out back and shot! Now I’m sure you’re wondering, why did P miss this appointment? Well P was working 12 hour days four days a week on her externship as a medical assistant. She was constantly on her feet. Well at some point she hurt her foot, saying it that way really does minimize what it looks like. The swelling starts at her toes and goes up to almost her knee. She has a standard car, does anyone see why P was unable to drive? But does Paul’s mother understand? NO! Sad part is Paul’s mother went to the ED with her and heard the doctor tell her to stay off it.
She’s very upset, no upset is an understatement. She is livid, telling me she’s going to be making another appointment without letting P know when it is because if she misses three appointments in a row she’ll have to chose a new PCP and start all over again, add expletives at your leisure, she used all that you could think of and more. Just so you know P has also set up Paul’s mother with cab service in that she can call and ask for a cab to and from her apartment and instead of it costing $18 round trip, P has it set up for $2 each way. Hmm seems to me that’s a pretty good deal. But it’s not good enough, nope, P is supposed to drop everything at Paul’s mothers beck and call.
Well P and I are having a girls night and we’re having a blast. We’re sorta glad Paul’s mother freaked out and said she ain’t coming because she already went to New Hampshire earlier today to do a cigarette run for the building she lives in, oh shit remind me sometime to tell you about their medication trades!!!
Goodnight to all and to all a goodnight!
What’s fun is when you call her, and I think everyone should enjoy that experience, she answers the phone in a variety of ways, each delightful in their own way. You get,”What the fuck?” Yes, she actually answers the phone that way. Or you get her breathing heavy seemingly unable to answer you due to shortness of breath, but shortly after she is literally SCREAMING at you about something a neighbor or someone else did for five minutes straight without taking a breath or a break. By the end of the conversation your eyes and ears are bleeding. But she’ll finish up that half hour yelling session in the same way she started it, acting barely able to breath! You’d wonder who that hellcat was in the middle of the conversation.
Paul’s mother is very upset with my sister P. Now my sister P bends over backwards to help Paul’s mother out. Takes her to doctors appointments, makes appointments, takes care of everything for her. Set her up with home health aides, nurses, shoppers and a house keeper. But is Paul’s mother thankful? NOPERS. Instead P misses one appointment in six years and suddenly P is a leper. She should be drug out back and shot! Now I’m sure you’re wondering, why did P miss this appointment? Well P was working 12 hour days four days a week on her externship as a medical assistant. She was constantly on her feet. Well at some point she hurt her foot, saying it that way really does minimize what it looks like. The swelling starts at her toes and goes up to almost her knee. She has a standard car, does anyone see why P was unable to drive? But does Paul’s mother understand? NO! Sad part is Paul’s mother went to the ED with her and heard the doctor tell her to stay off it.
She’s very upset, no upset is an understatement. She is livid, telling me she’s going to be making another appointment without letting P know when it is because if she misses three appointments in a row she’ll have to chose a new PCP and start all over again, add expletives at your leisure, she used all that you could think of and more. Just so you know P has also set up Paul’s mother with cab service in that she can call and ask for a cab to and from her apartment and instead of it costing $18 round trip, P has it set up for $2 each way. Hmm seems to me that’s a pretty good deal. But it’s not good enough, nope, P is supposed to drop everything at Paul’s mothers beck and call.
Well P and I are having a girls night and we’re having a blast. We’re sorta glad Paul’s mother freaked out and said she ain’t coming because she already went to New Hampshire earlier today to do a cigarette run for the building she lives in, oh shit remind me sometime to tell you about their medication trades!!!
Goodnight to all and to all a goodnight!
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