Update: Cancer, Freshman Composition, and Other Evidences That There Is Not A Good God in Control of This Place or Rather That "Goodness" Cannot Be Defined In Terms of My Personal Well-Being
Wednesday, May 5, 2010 at 7:23AM | by Otter I swear I think her North Georgia accent gets stronger the weaker she gets.
Yesterday was a good day. Mom was alert. They took out the gastric tube that was causing her immense discomfort, and she was in good spirits. They put her on antibiotics and blood-thinners.;)
Don't Even Get Me Started
Just got a text from my über-kuhl wife, who spent the night with her at the hospital. Mom's got a fever today.
My feelings are a seismograph. You can plot my bipolar swings next to mom's vital signs.
Today is a peculiar exercise in horror: they lock a group of us in a room with eighteen sections' worth of Freshman Composition portfolios. We evaluate them. Painstakingly. Painfully. Horribly.
I have it in mind to win the lottery and build a ziggurat in the quad, and to dress myself in academic robes and, with elaborate ceremonies, to perform human sacrifices once a term as a warning to Freshman Comp students that the gods must not be bored.
At the best of times (that is, when one's mother isn't freshly diagnosed with terminal cancer) this is an ordeal.
Today...?
I'm just really looking forward to that. Really. No. Seriously.
Reader Comments (2)
Human sacrifice certainly would help blow off some steam. Not to mention all the exercise you'd get running from the campus police a little later. And if you're REALLY lucky, someone will think you're more than crazy and you might get a little exorcise as well.
You're too clever by half, Victoria.
And who says I need exercise? I'm an amazing specimen.
Ask anybody.
Who has nearsightedness.
Or who saw me return an interception for a touchdown in our coaches' game against Much. Younger. Men.