it feels soooo good to be back home. in my house. in MY bed w/ my littleface [and her 2 little teeth!] and hubby. not in a stinkin, filthy hospital. it took nearly a month, but my mom is doing a lot better. both the sepsis and pneumonia have cleared and she was just taken off the ventilator a couple of days ago, but she still has to go through dialysis everyday until her kidneys are back to functioning somewhere near "normal". there are a few other ailments she'll have to overcome, but none too serious.... i don't think.

i wish i could say my brother finally agreed to get some help, but no. still a junkie and doesn't plan to quit anytime soon. he feels useless, like he has no purpose in life. broken. the drugs are his escape. those were his words. i don't know how or why he got to that point of existence, but i know all too well what it feels like. i just wish so badly he would just let me save him from whatever it is that's taken over his soul.

with all that's going on, my mind is one big clusterfuck of words, thoughts, feelings, that make no sense. i had actually intended to update this thing many times over the past few weeks, but i only ended up with a dozen or so drafts with random, nonsensical, incomplete gibberish.

gibberish. or is it jibberish?
--i refused to spellcheck @ 10:06 AM | |