Congestive Heart Failure. It sounds horrible and looks even worse. My mother has been hospitalized so long I can’t even remember the exact date. I keep having dreams of her walking into my house with her hair done, make up done, smile on her face. Her bright, “heeelllloooo!” Ringing through the house.
Last night I dreamt I walked into her house and into her room. She was standing in the bathroom combing her hair all smiles and eyes wide. I woke up sad. My heart hurt so bad.. I want it all to stop.
This morning, like most Fridays, I took the train in. Usually it’s a peaceful forty minute ride. It is long enough for a quick nap or in my case, a challenging level 31 of Candy Crush. Anyway.
There was a fatality along the tracks after Norwalk and the passengers around me, compassionate bunch, were up in arms about the delay. One guy rambled off behind me while the crazy hair lady next to whined about having to get on the Geen line to get to the Blue line (which goes through South Central Los Angeles) because she finds it to be in unfavorable neighborhoods and she’s afraid something might happen to her.
The gentleman two seats down, facing me, laughed and smiled at me. I must of had the ” stfu lady we are all stuck too,” look on my face.
I was very grateful to get to Fullerton an leave the unhappy bunch of bitches behind.
I boarded the 43 bus that takes me to work. I’m going to mention I’m short. Too short for the bus seats and my feet only touch the bottom if I point my toes down. The driver, unhappy about whatever, made very abrupt stops at every bus stop. The only other person on the bus and I flew forward barely catching ourselves each time. I laugh as I write this .. I thought i would mention this. So he’s hauling ass and then swerves towards the curb like he’s avoiding something and stops hard as the doors fly open for no one to board or get off. My shoe, a slip on flat, flies across and stops at the only other person on the bus. She looks down then up at me and as she leans to pick it up she starts to laugh, hard. She laughs so hard she drops it. She picks it up again and hands it to me. I’m laughing, she’s laughing. The bus driver scopes us out in the mirror.
I get to Harbor and Lincoln and step off the bus. I hear her laughing.