Last night mom came in to talk to me and I don’t remember what started it but she said something that led me to say “mom, i’ve not taken proper care of my diabetes in months”. And that of course led to her saying “Courtney, please take care of yourself, I can’t lose you. You can’t afford another trip to the hospital. And what about your kidneys and liver? And do you really want to go blind or get your legs amputated. When did this start, was it when you started going to the bar with the guys? And why aren’t you taking care of your diabetes?”
She always lays the heavy loaded questions down on me. “No mom, it started before I started going to the bar with the guys. It’s annoying and I’m tired of having to carry my stuff around. I’m just tired of it. I took care of it for a year and a half. It’s just hard to take care of it all the time and I don’t want to take care of it all the time. I don’t expect you to understand.”
She actually said that she understood…the annoying part…how it’s always there and I always have to have my stuff with me. The conversation moved on to other things and as she got up to leave I saw her nostrils (cause she was sitting on the bed and I was on the lovesac) and I asked her if she remembered the last time she nailed me for not taking care of my diabetes.
The last time she nailed me she sat on me. And on that particular day, as she was sitting on me I noticed that her nostrils weren’t the same size, and it sent me into a fit of giggles. When I thought of it last night I couldn’t help but giggle. And of course that sent mom into the bathroom to see if I was right. She thinks I’m not but I think I am. We stood there in front of the mirror and mom wiggled her nose (like the witch lady in bewitched) and I flared my nostrils and we were laughing so hard that dad had to come see what was going on.
The laughter and giggling went on for a good half hour. At the end of it all I said “okay mom, I’ll take care of my diabetes”. Laughter makes everything better. At least for me it does.
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