So I came to visit my mom and my sisters after what has been a very traumatic week for all of us.
My mom spending last weekend in Cook County Prison, a few days this week in court, and yesterday at the vet's putting our five year old bull mastiff, Riley, to sleep. She had a tumor on one of her back legs that grew to the size of a football. Tests came back inconclusive and rather than have her leg amputated, they decided to wait. She was still running around and acting like it didn't bother her, so why cause her more pain? Besides, operations like that are expensive. The test alone cost 500 bucks.
But a few days ago, Riley stopped jumping and running around. She couldn't get up on the couch and she was whimpering. So Friday, around 5pm, they put her to sleep.
She really belonged to my little sister Siobhan and they were pretty close. I was worried about her as I'd heard she'd been crying all day. She decided to go with and held Riley while she past away. I was scared that might make Siobhan feel worse, but she said she was glad to be there.
Upon arrival, my mother was already drunk and a ball of anxiety was growing in my stomach. She gave me a shot of Canadian Reserve and I figured, "Why not? I'm here in this house, might as well have a shot."
The shot was followed by a redbull and vodka and three expired Bud lights, as well as two bowls of weed, while watching "Blow."
My mother came down three times. Once for some weed. Another time for some pizza we had ordered. And a third because her drunk ass said she missed me and hadn't seen me in so long.
It made my skin crawl.
Seeing my sisters was good though and I might make a habit of stopping by here now that they pretty much have their own apartment downstairs and stuff.
We shall see.
Internship starts in a few weeks. I am not looking forward to it.
This is Mairead, signing off, from the horrible suburbs.
My mom spending last weekend in Cook County Prison, a few days this week in court, and yesterday at the vet's putting our five year old bull mastiff, Riley, to sleep. She had a tumor on one of her back legs that grew to the size of a football. Tests came back inconclusive and rather than have her leg amputated, they decided to wait. She was still running around and acting like it didn't bother her, so why cause her more pain? Besides, operations like that are expensive. The test alone cost 500 bucks.
But a few days ago, Riley stopped jumping and running around. She couldn't get up on the couch and she was whimpering. So Friday, around 5pm, they put her to sleep.
She really belonged to my little sister Siobhan and they were pretty close. I was worried about her as I'd heard she'd been crying all day. She decided to go with and held Riley while she past away. I was scared that might make Siobhan feel worse, but she said she was glad to be there.
Upon arrival, my mother was already drunk and a ball of anxiety was growing in my stomach. She gave me a shot of Canadian Reserve and I figured, "Why not? I'm here in this house, might as well have a shot."
The shot was followed by a redbull and vodka and three expired Bud lights, as well as two bowls of weed, while watching "Blow."
My mother came down three times. Once for some weed. Another time for some pizza we had ordered. And a third because her drunk ass said she missed me and hadn't seen me in so long.
It made my skin crawl.
Seeing my sisters was good though and I might make a habit of stopping by here now that they pretty much have their own apartment downstairs and stuff.
We shall see.
Internship starts in a few weeks. I am not looking forward to it.
This is Mairead, signing off, from the horrible suburbs.
