First of all, let me say hello to new lurker, my ever so wonderful Aunty Tim. /wave.
I may be in a little bit of a pickle with my family–really close family friends–here because I blogged about my mom’s condition before I called anyone else.
I hope they’d understand that I wanted to wait out a few days to hear a better diagnosis before I call my family. According to dad, we wouldn’t know anything until 72 hours after her stroke. I only know so much and I panicked and worried already. I didn’t see why I should be spreading that to the aunties and have them worried too.
Not to say that you, my casual readers, wouldn’t worry about my mom. But seriously, we both know that the level of you worrying about my mother versus close family friends and relatives are different.
“So, you’re saying you don’t want your family to know, but yet you blogged about it. That doesn’t make a lot of sense!”
Exactly. Here’s why.
My dad doesn’t have time to be cruising the internet. My mom doesn’t even get near a computer. My brothers are too busy to be wasting their time here although Onk does stop by once in a while. And, up until now, nobody in the family really comes here or know of this blog’s existence. And I kind of like it that way.
But the cover’s blown now. *shrug* The blog will go on as usual. Well, maybe with a bit more self censorship but it will NOT affect my style. I promise. You will still come by and get the same dose of the Oakmonster as you’ve been getting prior to today.
Fuck yeah! ;-D
While on that subject: Please, if you’re in anyway related to me, for the love of all things good, don’t tell my parents about a certain procedure Brandon had a month ago. We’re sticking with “we’re not having kids” defense over here. And that is all.
I hope that clears it up.
According to Onk, mom has improved quite a bit. She is in wonderful spirit. He claimed to have teased her about something and she kicked him with her right foot…which I sure could see happening.
With Onk in his true form, he could make you want to kick his ass so bad you’ll come out of paralysis. LOL. That’s what we love about him. Ever such a jester.
The fact that both dad and my brother are joking about mom now that means she’s doing great. Not a single joke for the past few days and now they seem to be teasing mom a lot…which means she could take the jokes and therefore doing well.
The doctors are happy with her progress, he said. Therapy is going well. It does leave mom tired and a bit pooped out at the end of the day. But in the mornings she’s pretty perky.
So, folks. Your well wishes and prayers have worked their wonders. My mom is quiet literally kicking ass. 🙂 And I thank you.