Toad in the Hole February 2007 Archives

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February 23, 2007

I'm Home: So Far, So Good

My sister is alive and coherent and mad at all the right people. She's in Miami, in the hospital. The theory is they'll get her stabilized enough to leave the hospital and get herself in condition -- eating, exercise -- for a transplant. This will probably all happen in Miami, in a sort of hostel or adult Ronald McDonald House for Jackson Memorial patients' family members. Two sets of docs are arguing over whether she needs a kidney or two along with the liver. This is a good argument to see them having, you understand.

And I'd like to personally and belatedly thank Bdaggerlee for blessing my sister's name, and Sara and Sally and Pica and Narya and kathy a and Chris (and Becky, who I know was over his shoulder) and my friends on the ground here for letting me know they were thinking about her and me and us and this. And, for the record: Joe, who kept the household and the jobs and support going while I was there.

The past two weeks have been alternating spells of miracle and hell, and the lot of us have popped ears and whiplash from the emotionsl (and physical!) roller-coaster ride. It ain't over yet, but by the gods greater and lesser and all their gnomelike minions, she's alive. That was by no means a given two weeks ago.

Stay tuned. Oh boy do I have a story to tell.

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February 18, 2007

I Spent a Week in Miami and All I Saw Was the ER

Just to let you know:

My sister is still alive.

Recent adventures have included the lot of us stealing her from an Orlando hospital ICU;

Mr.Toad's Wild Ambulance Ride through a classic Florida frogstrangler rainstorm to Miami;

four-count'em-four days in the Jackson Memorial Hospital emergency room;

very few birds, all things considered; at least one good Cuban sandwich;

a three-sister simultaneous angry meltdown ending with a group hug and vows of Solidarity Forever right there in the ward corridor;

several varieties of mildew probably heretofore unknown to science; l

ots of panhandlers -- none quite up to Berkeley standards, though;

a whole lot of eye candy dressed in scrubs; one official piece of paper that outraged even jaded old me;

a new fashion suggestion: eyeballs the color of blood with pale blue irises and lots of purple shadow around them;

sins against the Fifth Commandment including fighting, anger, hatred, revenge, drunkenness, and bad example.

Several more tests before she's officially on the transplant list. I'm back in Orlando regrouping at my brother's family's place. Film at 11. Crusade to follow.

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February 09, 2007

Hold a Good Thought

And cross your fingers, please. I'm off to Orlando in the morning.

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February 03, 2007

A Yanqui Corrido

Anyone who's followed the news story about the guy who stole Crystal Gayle's tour bus while on the lam and trying to see his dying mother* -- y'all deserve to hear this.

*For Southern-mama values of "dying," I suspect. But that's all right.

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February 01, 2007

Dialogue, Just Now

"Hey! It's our anniversary! I forgot!"

"Oh hell. Well, I hope rebaked potatoes for dinner is mildly celebratory."

"Sounds good to me. Now, which one would this be?"


"Nah, we already did gutta-percha."

"Styrofoam, then. Excelsior?"

I suppose it complicates matters that we have three anniversaries a year: the real one, the fake one, and the legal one. We usually notice only the real one, and I keep forgetting the date of the legal one. March Somethingth? The fake one would've been Groundhog Day, but the courts were closed that day in 1980.

So far, so good.

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"So keep fightin' for freedom and justice, beloveds, but don't you forget to have fun doin' it. Lord, let your laughter ring forth. Be outrageous, ridicule the fraidy-cats, rejoice in all the oddities that freedom can produce. And when you get through kickin' ass and celebratin' the sheer joy of a good fight, be sure to tell those who come after how much fun it was."

I just heard that Molly Ivins died.

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