badrabbyt

first, i have to say... i now own the tackiest blanket in the history of blankets.

okay, it's not really number one. but good god... it's (faux) leopard print fur on one side, and brown fleece on the other. it needs some velour or something to compete for #1 tacky blanket. and cecil bought it - for my cat. no, really. my cat, as some of you have seen, is a cute-but-stinky calico. not stinky because it's cold and i don't want to bathe her, but stinky because she has worse gas than an elder uncle of mine. wow - saurkraut, man. anyway, for some reason cecil thought it would be a good idea for ophelia to have a blanket that she could, you know, blend in to. and she does love it. although, since i have the thumbs, it's totally my blanket. i just let her lay on it. pictures to come... when the light is just so.

in other news - my quad pal is doing better since being admitted to the hospital (and not the one i work at, dammit) sunday. he will most likey be released friday or saturday, the nurses are telling me. yay! dude's middle son - not so lucky. but, well... he did try to hang hisself. so far, they've removed the ventilator and the breathing tube. most of the relatives have said their goodbyes. although some of them, apparently, have said that they think he'll 'snap out of it'. this is because, according to z (who flies home late friday, hopefully - i can't take anymore of her mom trying to feed me and talk about oprah), the boy will have a spasm while they're holding his hand, and they'll think he squeezed their hand. or they'll see his eyelids flutter and think he's looking right at them. the doctors have said, as i understand things, that there is no brain activity. you don't recover from that, but you sure can put up a good front. the body's whole mission is to stay alive, regardless. he's on auto-pilot, for the most part. anyway, i guess next they'll be removing the feeding tube. it's a difficult thing, to make these decisions. my heart goes out to dude.

and for my great-uncle... the court folks decided they didn't want to incur the wrath of god (my grandmother has him on speed-dial - i'm not even kidding), and gave my grandmother power-of-attorney for healthcare. so, she's been in all the doctor's faces, taking notes and asking really good questions. then she calls me, and relays the information to see what i think. personally, i don't believe in quantity-of-life over quality-of-life. and while medicine has done a good job with bringing some people back from the brink of death, i don't think it'll be the case here. cancer has sucked up too much of his brain. even if he were to regain consciousness, i can't imagine his former self would be happy with his current self. and although it's against her religion, i think she's going to pull the plug. mind you, i have not suggested that she do this. so, it's not like i'm putting ideas into my grandmother's head. when i talked to her tonight, she said she was going to ask god what he would do. i imagine her sitting down to her computer and IM'ing the almighty.

so, that's happy. i know that sounds kinda harsh, but... well, i just don't have the energy to cry about all this. i deal with death as part of my job. and while i fear dying myself, i know there's no point in wasting life time thinking about it. it happens to everyone, at some point. some sooner than others. accept and move on. remember those who have died, and try to live your life as best you can.

it's all we have, when you get right down to it. well, that and knitting.

moving on... i have some pictures, but i don't think i'll post them just yet. one is of moi's knitted undergarments, and i'd hate for the interwebs to see her undies before she does. it doesn't seem right. so, putting that off. along with putting away my tire chains, doing laundry and finishing this scarf.

actually, i'm going to do that last one right now. thanks for stopping by. i'll try to be more amusing later.