I woke up early. Not because I wanted to, but because of the horrible noises I was hearing that were coming from my mom's mouth. She has bone-on-bone arthritis and the screams of her pain and agony woke me up. She can't even sleep in a bed anymore, because it's too painful. Instead, she has to sleep in a special reclining chair in the living room. My room is adjacent to the living room. No matter how tightly my door is shut, I can still hear her moaning in agony. The sad part is... there is nothing that I can do about it. There is no way that I can make the pain go away or comfort her.
So, yeah, I laid down in my bed, writing haiku's in my head about her pain and the noise that seemed to echo throughout the house. I can't remember the haiku's now unfortunately. Stupid short-term memory.
There is more to type, more to report about my night, but my brain is withering around in the corner of my skull, weeping for something to do besides think. Something to do that is pointless. Something to do that doesn't require energy. Read a book, perhaps? Draw? Everything seems to require energy - too much energy; more than I am willing to exert. Copying my brain and curling up in a corner doesn't sound like such a bad idea.
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