July 01, 2008 - 7:14 AM.

The end is not nigh enough, what a shit I am for even thinking it

Long vigilant weekend in the hospital, where nothing fucking happens on the weekend anyway. Two nights up in the room, watching moonrise and sunrise and MIL picking restlessly at the blanket. One night of drunken tears from FIL as he bonded w/his sons and lamented the $65,000 MIL has gambled away at the effing casino since her retirement 4 years ago (that's right, he will have to sell his HOUSE to survive once she dies, b/c she gambled away her entire retirement plus ran up more thousands in debt).

This whole "we won't let you feel any pain" crap didn't come with the disclaimer that their "comfort measures" would mean that she hangs around marathoning for air for 3 weeks past her time to go. Drugged to the gills, I might add.

This is hellacious.

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