Mother had a mild stroke. It started last night when we had a conversation about taxes. She went into rage. She kept it on while sleeping. Woke up with it this morning.
As I was about to have breakfast I heard her vomiting in the kitchen. She said she couldn’t feel her legs. Father brought her to the hospital. At nine I called her up. Father answered the phone. Right now she’s confined in Mother Seton.
I hate this month. I hate June. I hate myself.
“I didn’t want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that’s really sad. It was almost like a reverse nightmare, like when you wake up from a nightmare you’re so relieved. I woke up into a nightmare.” [Ned Vizzini, It’s Kind of a Funny Story]