So. Woke to the muffled drumming of artillery last night. Then the sound of someone mumbling gibberish. Got up to piss and heard strange talk coming from the guest room.
Knocked, went in and found my mom sitting on the edge of the bed, mumbling “b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b” Thought she was having a stroke. She asked me if there were “girls in the room,” which further enforced the idea she was dying. This is at 3am. What a night.
A hook and ladder showed up three minutes later, and a van full of EMTs. It was some sort of diabetic episode brought on by any number of things that were not insulin-related. Great month, in all.
Back on our own tomorrow. Time to regroup. Some day I’ll make sense of all this, but not tonight. Tonight I’m just gonna put my head on a pillow and try and find some peace. Wake up and write. Or wake up and hope to write.