Says the nurse as she checks her blood pressure...

"And....how do you two know eachother?"

"Oh, I'm her IHSS..."

"-She's my friend."

"Yeah, I'm her friend."




I wanted to keep driving, go up the coast and point out the sunset, grab two scotches in Chinatown, and watch a play in Berkeley. She did say I was more spontaneous than her. Show off some paintings at the museum of modern art. tour some gardens. As I pointed out all the restaurants I'd been to here in town that were listed in the classified section, I thought, hell! Why can't we just go there after all this med stuff is done? We can park anywhere, walking shouldn't even be an issue. Or hills, even, the walker's got some spiffy brakes. She'd rather die than need to learn to use a wheelchair someday. Guess I shouldn't let my hubris try and start her early.She's stubborn. At least she didn't try to argue with the doctors too much, my ears were ringing. As I drove the way back down Mission St. under the full sun, there was nothing to do but sigh. Creaking car full of creaking bones. I can imagine her reading this and just rolling her eyes and being annoyed. I guess I'm the sappier one. But the end of August is just gonna break my fucking heart.