in case i get alzheimer’s someday, this might help…
So that same night, Sunday, Glen finally came into our room and found me breathing. I know it’s crazy but I wanted her to find me in cardiogenic shock. But modern fairy tales don’t always end in a tragedy.
She gave me a good preaching/sermon about me wasting my life on something or “someone” who isn’t worth it. “Kadiri!” was her term. She said that a lot of people (namely, my siblings, my mom, and probably my dad, too) love me and care for me. She said that I was pushing them away and is that what I wanted to accomplish? I told her I didn’t want to push them away. Then, Glen said, I shouldn’t let “her” ruin my life.
Good point. But where do I start?
My sister asked me if I already ate dinner. I said I haven’t eaten anything the whole day and suddenly I realized, I should start by taking care of myself. My sanity. My two siblings.
Glen said, I’ve become obsessed. She said that I’m not acting like a nurse. I had to concur. I had to add that maybe I’m not a nurse at all, the way I’ve been acting lately. She said I should pick myself up and dust myself off – which were not her exact terms but I figured, it has the same meaning anyway.
She said I should start painting again and she’d be willing to buy me oil paint. I told her I have watercolor. Alright, watercolor then. That should keep me busy and distracted. In the meantime, she said, I should stop taking whatever it is that I’m taking because it’s not helping. I told her I needed it. She said I don’t. Alright, so I don’t.
I don’t know how I’m going to pull this off without the meds but I’m going to give it a try. I just wish my two siblings will always be here to help me regroup. I just wish I’d never have to be alone in this…