Let’s be honest here, although
let me remind you I’m going straight back into that wonderful cozy feeling of
denial immediately after:
Russ is dying. No deathbeds, oxygen tubes or other various medical bric-a-brac hanging from his person yet, but for a man who quit smoking over 30 years ago its rather unusual for him to sound and cough like a 3-pack-a-day smoker who also happens to have double lung pneumonia.
It took us an entire year to get him to go see a doctor. His convoluted
religious thinking is: Well if I just
don’t talk about and completely ignore its invasion; I will be healed. It’s actually quite hard to ignore his death
coughs that reverberate throughout the household, and lest we forget; the
endless amount of sputum he spits up.
When we were back in
Thanks Grandma! Thumbsup!
MOTHER: He just needs another round of antibiotics.
ME: He’s been on
antibiotics for a month; it’s time for a specialist.
Ever seen the documentary Dust to Dust? It’s about a lil mining town in Montana where the company never bothered to clean up their mess, or say share the fact that not only was the substance (I can’t remember what they were mining) caustic, but unbeknownst to the workers they were bringing this incredibly dangerous substance back to their homes and family. Also the mining company wasn’t to particularly worried about these deadly particulars making its way into town. They even built a baseball field right by the mine! And as such this company managed to wipe out generation after generation in an entire town.
Gasoline and ethanol are chalk full of Carcinogens and gosh
it just so happens hauling fuel is Russ’s job.
When his original company called up one day and announced, “We’ll be closing the business in two weeks.” I was a lil excited; maybe he could get out of the fuel hauling business and go back to mail. No such luck – new business, same job.
I threatened to rip Sarah Mclachlan’s vocal cords out the
other day if she didn’t stop singing that song.
It’s nothing personal against her; it’s actually my personal problem. And I actually cry over those stupid
M&M’s commercial. In fact if the
background music was provided by Sarah Mclachlan, I’d most likely pull an Elvis
that is of course if I had a gun.
Details…
Blue Killed Tan!
I’m going to be 30 soon and I’m miserable about it.
