fourteen! But the countdown might end here

 

It's Thursday, and I'm sitting in ER with my sister again. I honestly don't know why she won't go to the doctor when she doesn't feel well. Honestly, she wouldn't have gone today either. I've been trying since Sunday. Maybe Saturday. She's tell me to "get the fuck out of her life." I knew it was coming. Yesterday she didn't eat or drink. She was slowly building up to that. But oddly she went up and down the stairs maybe four times. One time coming down without pants. Any kind of pants. Thank goodness for long t-shirts.

When I went into her room this morning I didn't know what I'd find. She might have been dead. I figure she was committing suicide by neglect. But she looked at me. Didn't talk. So I called 911.

911 is not like on television with chipper, helpful people. Bonnie called in December and it was like she had to "sell" them into coming. I felt the same way. Almost like this was a crank call. I guess they do get a lot of non-emergencies, but still, can't you be non-accusatory? A guess it was because my description was "zombie".

Anyway they came, and she put up a fight and they had to restrain her. So here I sit. I should have ate breakfast before I came. I guess my walks for the next few days will be up and down the hill to St. Luke's.

Yesterday I did chair yoga. Tuesday I walked in the neighborhood. Monday I did Milly and a walk in the neighborhood. I have six more days to my doctors appointment. I need to get this exercise in before then. Meeting a new doctor is scary. I don't want her to pick up all his old biases.