Last night my mom called for our "check up" where we usually make fun of each other, make fun of others and then talk about the dogs. But last night while helping T load the final remnants of her life in one apartment in the car bound for a new apartment, my mom clears her throat and says,
"I haven't been feeling all that well lately, and I just wanted you to know. Just in case..."
and she trailed off. Who says, "Just in case...and trails off? Only a sadist I tell you!

So of course, I get that feeling of ice picks marching their way up my spine and I hear myself ask, "Is it your liver? Does your liver hurt?"

And she replies, "Yeah, it's swollen. So I need you to know who my specialists are and all...but I'll give you that info tomorrow when you're at home."

And so now, I'm panicked...One,because my mom would never alarm me if there wasn't a good reason for it and two, my mom has Hepetitis C and it's a "pretty nasty strain of the virus", or so says one of my mom's specialists who specializes in punching holes in her liver every six months.

This is the one of the few things that made me smile today...

I hate this post. I think I need to write another one...one about sex, or stupid humor, or about what makes me wonderful...that kind of post would make me happy. I'll work on that.