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carose59I Thought, If I Strangle Him It's Going To Look Really Bad.*
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I know this because after she said it, she hung up.
What she said, "I know why we're not getting along. It's because you're just like those damn Kiesels and you have no sense of humor. Goodbye." Then she hung up.
This is a version of "You're just like your father," which is a serious insult coming from any of the women in our family. It's her way of disowning me. But, you know, I've been disowned before. The Kiesels disowned me a long time ago, when I wasn't invited to the family reunion (because I'm not a real Kiesel. I don't know what being a real Kiesel means, but considering how much I look like my father, we're clearly not talking bloodlines.) And I feel like my mother's family disowned me years ago, I haven't felt a part of them for so long.
Anyway, she's mad at me about yesterday.
I took her back to rehab and pulled into the white zone, which as you know is for immediate loading and unloading of patients only. There is no parking in the white zone. Of course, there are always cars parked in the there, usually employees' cars, and there were yesterday. I parked not-quite-directly behind the same car that had been there four hours earlier when I went to get my mother.
I went for the wheelchair. As I went into the building, I passed the owner of the car I was parked behind. When I went to get my mother, she told me the man wanted to leave, and I should move the car. (I have no idea if he told her this, but I doubt it. For one thing, even if he had, she wouldn't have heard/understood him.) There were a few of problems with this. First, there was no place to move the car to that wouldn't mean a long trek to the front door, and second, if the idiot wanted to park in the patient loading area, he should be prepared to have to wait a while. And finally, I wasn't actually in his way. He couldn't back up while I was getting my mother out of the car, but he could as soon as I closed the door. He might have to maneuver a little to get out, but it was doable. It was thirtysomething degrees out, I wasn't having her out in the cold any longer than necessary. I told her he could just wait, and got the chair into position.
And as soon as I got her into the building, she told me she'd wheel herself to her room and I should go move the car because I was inconveniencing the man in the car. I started to say something along the lines of having to walk back and forth and back and forth (because I need to sign her in when I get her back), thought, I don't care anymore, and went and moved my car.
I moved it to my house.
I didn't sign my mother back in, I didn't say goodbye, I just left. I've decided to adopt her new motto: What are they going to do? What if I don't sign her back in? Will they not let me take her out anymore? Fine with me.
She keeps telling me she wants the keys to her house, and insisting she's never had a key to the security door. This is ridiculous, but the great thing about being deaf is, you don't have to listen to anybody again ever, you can just say remarkably stupid things and pretend they make sense. She wants the keys because both my uncle and Patrick have told her they'll bring her home anytime she wants. She'd be better off climbing out a window and walking home. Patrick doesn't even visit, and I don't think my uncle's in good enough shape to do everything required to get her in the house.
But today I'm going to get keys made—because I have no idea what she's done with her keys—and take them to her. God forbid I stand in the way of her family, the people who really love her.
*Aaron Raz Link
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I know this because after she said it, she hung up.
What she said, "I know why we're not getting along. It's because you're just like those damn Kiesels and you have no sense of humor. Goodbye." Then she hung up.
This is a version of "You're just like your father," which is a serious insult coming from any of the women in our family. It's her way of disowning me. But, you know, I've been disowned before. The Kiesels disowned me a long time ago, when I wasn't invited to the family reunion (because I'm not a real Kiesel. I don't know what being a real Kiesel means, but considering how much I look like my father, we're clearly not talking bloodlines.) And I feel like my mother's family disowned me years ago, I haven't felt a part of them for so long.
Anyway, she's mad at me about yesterday.
I took her back to rehab and pulled into the white zone, which as you know is for immediate loading and unloading of patients only. There is no parking in the white zone. Of course, there are always cars parked in the there, usually employees' cars, and there were yesterday. I parked not-quite-directly behind the same car that had been there four hours earlier when I went to get my mother.
I went for the wheelchair. As I went into the building, I passed the owner of the car I was parked behind. When I went to get my mother, she told me the man wanted to leave, and I should move the car. (I have no idea if he told her this, but I doubt it. For one thing, even if he had, she wouldn't have heard/understood him.) There were a few of problems with this. First, there was no place to move the car to that wouldn't mean a long trek to the front door, and second, if the idiot wanted to park in the patient loading area, he should be prepared to have to wait a while. And finally, I wasn't actually in his way. He couldn't back up while I was getting my mother out of the car, but he could as soon as I closed the door. He might have to maneuver a little to get out, but it was doable. It was thirtysomething degrees out, I wasn't having her out in the cold any longer than necessary. I told her he could just wait, and got the chair into position.
And as soon as I got her into the building, she told me she'd wheel herself to her room and I should go move the car because I was inconveniencing the man in the car. I started to say something along the lines of having to walk back and forth and back and forth (because I need to sign her in when I get her back), thought, I don't care anymore, and went and moved my car.
I moved it to my house.
I didn't sign my mother back in, I didn't say goodbye, I just left. I've decided to adopt her new motto: What are they going to do? What if I don't sign her back in? Will they not let me take her out anymore? Fine with me.
She keeps telling me she wants the keys to her house, and insisting she's never had a key to the security door. This is ridiculous, but the great thing about being deaf is, you don't have to listen to anybody again ever, you can just say remarkably stupid things and pretend they make sense. She wants the keys because both my uncle and Patrick have told her they'll bring her home anytime she wants. She'd be better off climbing out a window and walking home. Patrick doesn't even visit, and I don't think my uncle's in good enough shape to do everything required to get her in the house.
But today I'm going to get keys made—because I have no idea what she's done with her keys—and take them to her. God forbid I stand in the way of her family, the people who really love her.
*Aaron Raz Link