November 16, 2008...9:42 am

Sunday morning

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So I’m sitting in the ICU waiting room at Big Pittsburgh Hospital waiting for 10 a.m. to roll around. There are two new families here. It’s amazing to watch families interact. The family that’s adopted me (the Swires family) comes in the evenings so they’re not here. I don’t know this new family. They’re still in light panic mode, not knowing what’s happening, etc. so the chatter is light but sometimes they’ll share a story, talk about someone, have a laugh. It’s just amazing to me.

Two nights ago Gramma Swires said, “Child, you have any family?” I jerk my thumb back to the ICU. Then Crocheting Swires said, “Well you’re in our family now, honey.” And I was. They’re so much fun. I think I might go home with them. I think it’s just that between how my family was and how Hawk’s family is, they’re just nothing like the families I see here. They’re closing in and making a tight circle. Our families seem to tend toward splintering. I know we both struggle about asking for help and I’ve made a concerted effort to do exactly that and the result has been the creation of a friend-family. I have a “sister” who took a day off work and has completely rearranged her life to (1) keep Zoe going to school (2) care for the kids at our home since Thursday afternoon (3) cleaning our house including the literal mountain of laundry (despite our only 30 gallon water  heater*) (4) feeding my kids (5) comforting my kids, who are doing exceptionally well. I think when he’s feeling better, Hawk intends to give her a ginormous kiss.

So anyway…

I slept in the ICU waiting room. It was like being in the dorm again. And when I woke up, The Goonies was on BOTH TVs. Am I the only person in her 30s who think that movie is a piece of shit? I mean, this is the most I saw of it and I took the opportunity to shower. That ending? Good god. Someone should have fixed that script. With a fucking match.

And now Hook is on. It’s not much better. And what do I have? I have American Idiot on the laptop and Back To Black in the player. I should put that song on. I mean, I already made dick jokes in here but now there’s a kid with this new family. So I should stop saying “batshit crazy” and equating the tube sizes to male anatomy. Didn’t stop me when whispering, “Where’s the fucking outlet?” though.

Well I’m shutting down so the laptop can cool before I lock it up.

*Beta says, “Tell Hawk you’re getting a new water heater for Christmas. I’m going to nag him until he does.” His reply, on paper, “Stop smoking.” Oh it is so on.

7 Comments

  • It is so true that “Family” is not only those you share genetics with! So happy to hear that you are blessed with angels around you to help you and your family!
    Hang in there. [that sounds so trite, sorry.]
    Stay close to your patient. Family can be the patients best advocates when someone is hospitalized.
    Hope you can feel the love and concern for you all.
    take care.

  • bring it.

    i AM ready.

    another day or two and your children will be under my control. (insert evil laugh here).

  • Nah, Goonies is a piece of crap.
    I remember being startled when someone actually expressed that they loved it… and horrified when most people claim to love it.

  • Oh yeah, we’ve seen the Goonies/Hook showings over the weekend, too. And now, I keep ending up with The Godfather films, too, on repeat on AMC all weekend. Nothing like endless loops of old movies to keep you feeling even more batshit.

    And how’s the food?

  • Oh, and guess what? DIsney will still be there for you to visit when it’s a good time for you all!

  • Hook > The Goonies.
    I’m so glad that the Swires family has adopted you and you’re not all alone when you can’t be with Hawk. Maybe the second adoption will work out better than the first. ;)

    I’m also glad Hawk is being mouthy. That’s always a good sign, in my book, unless, you know, it’s Alzheimer’s mouthy. Then maybe not quite so good.

  • We watched Hook for a bit today too:) So glad to hear some improvement and the infinite comfort that is a diagnosis. Sending you love and prayers and Darth Hawk some snarky, healing mojo!


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