hair, and grandmothers
Light news first. My hair is cut again, from a longish, thick, growing out and unruly pixie-ish, into a shorter, potentially sleeker, more managable boyish crop. I can’t decide whether it turns me into a boy or not. I have to be careful, I think. This hair cutting addiction may turn into a serious problem for me. Adrogynous-hair-aholics Anonymous, anyone?
A picture:
On the less superficial side of things… my grandmother may have had a stroke, and get this… she was in the coming out of surgery that was supposed to PREVENT the occurrence of a stroke. I’m not really close to my grandmother, since I’ve always lived states and states away from her, but I do love her and am a little uncertain as to what this is going to mean. And my mom is having a really hard time, obviously. I don’t think she wants to go off to Spain while her mom is in possibly even more critical condition than she was leading up to the surgery (which took place because she had a blood clot in her eye which was a potential trigger for a stroke, or something to that effect.) So I don’t really know what to do. Trying to comfort my mother always feels weird because it’s backward, and also because she’s so pathetic when she’s upset…
I’m just worried because apparently this runs in the family. I don’t want my mom to have a stroke when she’s old (older, she already is old) and I don’t want one either. Ugh. I really do want to die before I’m old.
I just want to get out of this house and forget about it all, but I feel like I should stay for my mom’s sake.
xoxo *gags*
Siri
Don’t worry Siri: to me, you’ll never be Androgynous. ,->
Seriously though, I’m sorry about your grandmother. I hope she gets better. Give your Mom a big hug for me, OK?
If possible, try to have fun in Spain. I’ll expect to see lots of pictures at Christmas.