“Nice knowing you, Mom”
But I didn’t say I loved her, only after we left and offering kiss-kiss upon her morphined sleep.
Yup, she had a “code c”, meaning she almost suffered a cardiac. I was wondering why there were lots of people hovering around her.
This tall whitish guy was on hand and probably ready to compress her heart.
But she just laid there, looking in pain. She had symptoms of strokes and heart attacks earlier today and had been for the past few days.
She had low sodium again, a sign for strokes.
But now she’s resting in the hospital.
She had a doctor appointment this morning. Then the primary care physician said she needed to go to the emergency scheduled at noontime.
But there were no beds available, meaning lots of people got sick, probably from chemtrails and vaccinations. Really, the skies were thick with chemtrails since Christmas of last year.
So they delayed the bed until 1430. During the wait, my parents walked around the place.
So back to tonight’s visit. Mom was triggered again. I think she was shifting. Dad appeared to be shifting too. They had a long day.
It was the incident with her stupid, polyester, baby blue underwear. In her control freakish episodes, like Philip who’s next in line for demise, she dared raise her voice at me.
She was on obvious pain after taking her photo of her sitting in an upright position. I helped prop her feet upon the chair.
Of course, I was pissed. And as per my old blog entry of how Das Squirrel almost blew out a light bulb overhead, my energy was directed at her.
I made my peace but she keeps fighting tooth and nail to the end. And to what end? More hell? Hell no!
Against my will, the frustrated one forced me to contact Das Squirrel on the premise that he will despise and hate me further for NOT informing him of her death, err, situation.
He has not yet replied to my text message. Perhaps, his Twit Wifey needs to be aware of one aspect of his unstable and excessive hoarding, obsessive, and compulsive behavior.
We have Cray-Cray in our reptilian bloodline! That’s right schizophrenia, anxiety, or rather just delusional paranoia. We get a high from pain and suffering, much like war.
So there y’all go folks. Are y’all gonna be careful around us next time and NOT trigger our anger with your loud noises and unnecessary boisterous jokes?
Are y’all gonna discriminate against us fugly, nasty, and mean reptilians because we hate weaklings and other tasty humanz?
Just because certain people are quiet and nice, do be careful because they’re just hiding their pride and holding their Cray-Cray in check! Do NOT doubt me!
Hiss!
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