CHAPTER 59 The Start Of Things

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"Let me

fall

softly

into you."

@RantingsOfaGirl


We woke up to shit. Literally.


Me: Mom had a HUGE bm last night...Dad slept right through it. Her tummy is all soft. Lol ;)

Bro: Wow! Thank god! Also gross. Good news is good.


Dad spent his morning on clean-up duty and four loads of laundry. I spent mine between juice and chores.

He had to clean up Mom several more times. The clean-up routine was pretty much the same for both of us, though we varied heavily on technique. Dad was kind of a brute. While I was more sensitive.

First item was to put gloves on. We didn't do anything without gloves on. Next on the agenda was to clean off her skin of bodily fluids and waste. Then we applied a special ointment which would help protect her from any rashes. While she rolled on her side, we changed out the disposable bed pads. We had them doubled up because we weren't taking any chances. Last order of business was fastening on another adult panty. Mom was padded up and ready for a zombie apocalypse, if need be.

"The Doc mentioned the aloe pills might get things moving," I said.

"Yeah, apparently," Dad said.

"He didn't want me to tell you," I laughed.

"I'll bet he didn't," Dad said.

"So I guess Mom's not plugged up anymore," I said.

"Doesn't look like it," Dad said.

The throwing up had stopped which was great. Poor Mom and her body were going through all kinds of unpleasantness. It was tough to watch her suffer. It was tough not be able to "fix it".

I didn't know how parents did this with their children. I can't imagine it. It always tore my heart out whenever our pets got sick. I couldn't imagine going through it with a child, especially a serious illness.

The Holiday Season was upon us and I wanted nothing to do with it. I hadn't liked the Holiday since my Grandmother was alive and that was decades ago. I disliked most celebrations. And this year it was a double hit because of Mom's health.

Yeah, be chipper.

Be grateful.

It's tough to be all "grateful" when you're in a shitstorm. You're exhausted, at the end of your rope, and all you want to do is crawl into a hole for like a month. People talk a lot of shit about how everyone "should be". But I wonder how many shitstorms they've been through, practicing what they preach.

Now all these Christmas commercials were shoving it in my face. I couldn't get away from it. Every year, Christmas advertising was getting earlier and earlier. It'd be summer and they'd start with their campaigns. What the fuck.

The only thing I liked about the Christmas Holidays were the movies.

I didn't know what we were going to do with Christmas this year. Maybe people would leave us alone and we could skip the whole thing.

By the end of the day, Mom was on her thirteenth bowel movement. If there was an award system for "Most Shits In A Day" Mom should definitely get one! Or be in the running at the bare minimum.


Juice Day 81

4 leaves collard greens

6 carrots

½ pomegranate

2 ½ apples

5 beet leaves

1 tablespoon ginger root

5 leaves napa cabbage


Mom's Juice

2 carrots

2 stalks of celery

½ cup fresh pineapple

½ apple

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