medically misunderstood...

so it seems that every blog i have to write, ends up being a bit on the more morose side. not withstanding, my already ill mother is now in the hospital. don't ask me to explain whats wrong. not because i don't want to, but because i can't - literally. i'm not exactly sure what is wrong, and neither are the doctors. luckily, she has the same hospital staff that i had during my tenure at the wheaton fransican luxury suites and when they saw me up there today, i informed them of my fondness for the patient in their charge, and to take extra care.

i always complain about independence. i always say that i need a life all my own, but this is no way to get it. it all came as such a shock, and so fast that im having a hard time not having to deal with helping her up and doing things for her. almost like, 'what am i going to do with myself'.

ill keep you all abreast of the situation as it develops, but they said at least a week.