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"Forgive my thoughts of freedom."
It was the first night both my Parents slept straight through. And it was beautiful.
But my eye infection had gotten worse, which wasn't any fun. It was the worst time to be dealing with an eye infection too. I wanted to pull the eye straight out of the socket and be done with seeing altogether. Fuck it. Fuck the whole sight thing.
Dad left early, right after juice, to do errands. I stayed home, doing chores and making sure Mom was okay. It took him five hours to get back home.
"Salmon?" I asked.
Dad was bringing groceries inside and leaving them on the kitchen floor for me to unpack.
"Yeah, well the Doc said we should eat more fish. It looked good too," Dad said.
"We haven't had salmon in ages," I said.
I unloaded all the groceries and put everything away.
"How's Mom?" Dad asked.
"Good. Lucy was up today," I said.
"How did that go?"
"Good. But every time she comes up I feel like I have ready myself for battle. It stresses me the fuck out," I said.
Sure. I liked Lucy, Mom's nurse. She was smart woman and obviously very skilled in her trade. But she wasn't ever going to get my "buy in" to Western Medicine. Ever. And Dad was on my side. So she was basically fucked.
"Yeah. I like her but I don't let her push me around," Dad said.
"I don't either. But I don't like that I feel like I have to be on my guard every time she comes up," I said.
"I don't think she's used to people challenging her," Dad said.
"Probably not. She changed Mom's bandages too," I said.
"And how's Mom?" Dad asked.
"She's good. Everything looks good. Her wounds are healing. Lucy was surprised Mom didn't have any bed sores," I said.
Since Mom's skin was delicate. She bruised easily and therefore received more wounds from everyday care. Her poor skin was like handling fragile glass.
We ate like Kings that night and filled our bellies with fresh salmon. Mom took to it as well, which surprised me. Though, she always enjoyed fresh fish. But not Dad. His Grandmother ruined fish for him by overcooking it when he was a kid.
I was tired. I was tired of my entire life. I was tired of watching Mom struggle. I was tired of being sick. I was tired of watching Dad be angry and pissed off. I was tired of his P.T.S.D. I was done with the whole lot of the the entire fucking thing.
We were sailing on a ship to an unknown destination. The shore was but a mere fantasy and distant memory. We weren't sure how much longer we'd could last in this rough sea or if we'd ever make it back to land.
Blood Pressure 100/68
Juice Day 86
5 leaves napa cabbage
1 tablespoon ginger root
4 leaves collard greens
2 stalks of celery
½ cup papaya
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A HARD RUN INTO HELL Book 4 (EDITING) is the juice worth the squeeze seriesNon-Fiction
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