Life in my family

My dad got out of the hospital Friday. He is home and not trying very hard, it seems to me. His therapy is down to three times a week, because they don’t think he is strong enough for anything else, though he had 5x a week at the hospital.

My mom is in the hospital with pneumonia. She went in on Tuesday. Since then I have been up there three times, for a total of two hours or so. M went with me. My sisters have been up there maybe fifteen minutes total. My dad went for six minutes. And that’s it.

My sisters are mad at my mother for being in the hospital. But she is sick. You can hear it.

And the doctor said she had pneumonia and put her in there.

She didn’t get sick for fun and she says she doesn’t need anyone to be with her…. Thankfully (or not, depending on whether you ask me or my sisters) my mom’s bestfriend is flying in on Friday. I’m picking her up at the airport and taking her to mom at the hospital.

I wonder if I should tell my sisters she is coming, or just leave that to my mother to tell.

I am feeling very disaffected or lots of alienation of affection right now from both my family and my country.