| The reason for the drop, Part 2 | |
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| Vespertine | Nov 16 2012, 11:42 PM Post #1 |
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Place: Las Vegas Memorial Hospital Time: 9:30 PM Date: Nov. 20th 2012 Outfit: Described in 2nd paragraph Background Music: None (I sit here, reclining in a really uncomfortable chair waiting now. Just waiting. My mother is sound asleep and has been so for the last 10 hours. After the surgery, she was awake all of 5 minutes and then she turned over and went to sleep. My father and I asked if that was usual. We got the runaround and evasive answer. I stayed here with her while he went off to find someone who could answer our questions. He came back raging. Then he went off again. From what I can understand, while the surgery went well, the fact that she is sleeping as much as much as she is, is not usual. In fact, she only should’ve been asleep for an hour or 2. Not 10. While mom was sleeping, I went to find dad again, he was raging at one of the doctors. I took him away, apologized to the doctors, calmed dad down, had dinner with him and assured him I would stay the night with mom while he slept at home. I would have the car with me in case I needed to get something. He would call me in the morning. I look over at the clock, it’s 9:30PM. I’m not sleepy and she is still out. A black nurse comes in.) Nurse: Lord, is she still out? Last time I saw someone sleep this hard after a brain tumor removal, it was in his early days as doctor and I was still practicing to get my RN. That was over 15 years ago. I don’t remember if the patient made it or not. (the nurse goes over to her charts and moniters and looks at them) N: All seems to be well. (she turns to me) How you doing sugar? V: I’m doing fine. I hope she is doing well. Thank you for all your help. N: No problem sugah. The doctors are at all night session trying to figure out a problem. You just tell your father that she is in the best hands. (she looks me up and down) Do you want a change of clothes and a blanket? (I hadn’t changed since I got up this morning and I had forgotten that you didn’t need to dress up while you were in the hospital. Of course, the last time I was in the hospital was when I was born and for something really major was when my face was being reconstructed after Widow X factored me to the ring floor from the top of the steel cage in WCW. Right now, I wear a short brown mini skirt that reaches to my upper thighs, and a white blouse with a red bra on underneath. My black heels are beneathe my chair, I am barefoot. I smile up at her) V: I’m good thank you. A blanket would be nice. (she goes over to the nearest closet and gets out a blanket, unwraps it and lays it on me. I snuggle into it and sigh contendedly) N: Visiting hours are from 10AM to 10PM but I’m on duty till 3AM. I’ll let you stay until then. V: Thank you! N: I know how it is, I’ve been through it myself. If you need anything at all, just holler. (she lowers the light as she goes out the door. I look out at the clear moonless night and see the some stars. Hard to see any stars when you are in Vegas. I sigh. Mom still sleeps and now I’m getting worried too. Oh mom, you weren’t always there for me but you helped me in my worst of times. Drugs in high school, boy problems, sex, fights with dad, my bullheaded stubborn personality, Scarlet and Jamie. Compared to dad, you were there more for me than he was. He was always gone starting up another restaurant or managing the casino. If anybody should have a brain tumor, it should be him for all the grief and work he has had to do raising me and building his empire. Not you. You were always the quiet little school teacher, the backbone behind daddy. Never saying a word and in that silence, volumes were spoken. He looked to you for help, you didn’t see it but he did. I looked up to you as a hero. I became the kind of woman you hated: the stubborn, outspoken, talk before thinking, take charge woman. I saw what you were and I didn’t want to be that. Maybe I should have learned. You beat breast cancer. How did you get a brain tumor? (I sigh and go over, sit on the edge of the bed, grab her hand, it’s cold I realize and try to warm it up. I put it against my cheek. I talk to her quietly) V: Mom, I love you. I have always loved you. I know you weren’t always there for me and I know I was a hard child and that you had given up on me many times or wanted to but I thank you for sticking with me. Since college, you have become my best friend and I can’t thank you enough because you know how hard dad is. He barely knows me and I don’t think he cares or approves of my career and life choices. I know you don’t either but you see me for the woman I am and want to become and you have accepted it. He hasn’t and he doesn’t see I’m not traditional Korean like him. I’m American. American Korean like you became. (pause) V: Mom, I know you can hear me, subconsciously because you are sleeping. I just want to say I’ll always be there for you. Like you were always there for me but I didn’t see it. I love you mommy. Don’t ever leave. (she suddenly takes short breathes and opens her eyes. She sees me sitting on the edge of the bed and smiles.) M: Kimber….uh…Vesey. How long have I been out? V: 10 hours. M: (coughing then subsides) Is that normal? V: Nurse didn’t say so. M: How long have you been here? V: 5 hours now. I had to get dad home. He was raging at the doctors for them to “fix you” better. I took him home and he is sleeping there. (pause) How do you feel? M: Like someone hit me over head with a huge mallet. You should get home, get rest. V: I want to be with you mom. I put off a big pay per view event in the federation I’m in to be at your side. I want you to be ok. M: I don’t think I’ll ever be ok. Not ok like I was before. (She meant her breast cancer. She never did look at herself the same way after that.) V: Mommy, just don’t give up on me and dad. (she smiles at me and moves around in bed then grimaces in pain. Suddenly she realizes it is dark.) M: What time is it? V: About 10PM. M: Oh, I’m tired. I’m going back to sleep. (she looks happily at me) I’m so glad you are here. V: Do you think that’s wise to go back to sleep? M: Doctor said get as much sleep as possible. Besides, I’ve been on the move all my life, I think a little sleep will do me good. Don’t you? V: (tears well in my eyes) Sure, mom (She turns to her side and pats the bed. I lay down and she cradles me in her arms and softly hums a tune from my childhood. I’m happy. I missed a whole Pay Per View event for her. I wouldn’t have it any other way. She sings herself to sleep and I wrap her arms around me more and stare out the window at the moon in the sky. Get better soon mom, for my sake, for dad’s sake….for my sake.) |
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