I’m back, I guess.

Hi everyone, I’m back.

its been awhile since my last post. February to be exact. A lot has happened since February. Mostly the clusters, my nephew moving in with me and my stupid mother (and family). I was in rehab in mid-April to be taken off of some of the drugs that I had been on for the last 500 years so that they could find some new combos. It was a big deal bc the more drugs they took me off of, they worse I felt. Brian didn’t want me to be alone in the house after I got out bc my adjustment period is never graceful, so he wanted my mom to come stay with me.

i asked her and she enthusiastically said yes when I asked her to do it. By midweek the following week, she still hadn’t sent me her plans, so Imcalled from rehab and asked her what was going on. ‘Well, Michael. You see I know you need me on Thursday, but aim have a procedure on Wed.(colonoscopy) and I don’t know how I’ll feel Thursday. (Gassy, I told her, gassy.) Then came the your father has an appointment on Th but will forget if I don’t remind him to go. (We have phones.) Finally cam the and I have a really important meeting on Friday that I really shouldn’t miss. (where they’ll send the church missions funds. They don’t have any money!). I just said fine, whatever and ended the conversation. Let’s just say Brian’s side of the family, including his mother had some very unkind words for her.

Now she will get the opportunity once again. I’ll be meeting with a neurosurgeon about this artery that’s trapped by the trimegial nerve and how to best fix it. It will probably be through surgery. We already know that it’s a big enough deal that My mother-law will be out here. However, going into strike 3 and with everyone and everything else that’s much more important than me, it won’t come as any surprise if she didn’t show.

If she doesn’t, I see no reason to keep the relationship going as much as that pains me. My relationship with my father has been deal, three meters under and very cold for a good 30 years. As far as my relationships with ,y brother and his kids, I haven’t talked to my brother in two years. There no relationship. There never was. It was never fostered. It certainly wasn’t a happy time, nor is it a time I like to revisit. I still flinch at the sight of hot wheels racetracks. And I guess, that’s how it will end.