my mom

[Drunk Monk]

That's rough. When I was young, very young, my dad discovered my cousin's body. He ODed. He was staying in SF and his brother's place.  We had all gathered there to go to a Chinese New Year banquet and we were waiting for him to come down. His brother and his wife hadn't seen him in a few days, so they all went in to check on him.  He'd been gone a few days.  That is my first memory of a body.  I actually didn't see it then.  I saw it later in an open casket funeral.  My parents didn't let me in - I was tasked to give out candy to people as they left - it's some Hakka Chinese ritual.  But I peeked, just to see. Since then, I've seen more bodies than I can count, at funerals (two open caskets just last year), a few through my event med work which is harsh given the concert context, plus I did cadaver studies in college.  But nothing like discovering my dad, or even a close relative or friend.  That's gotta stick with you, right?

The weekend went okay with my mom.  It was quiet and restful for her. She basically stayed in her room, even though she can now get out.  Sitting up aggravates her pain level.  She's fine when lying down.

I binged some TV, cleaned house some more, dealt with most of the junk in that was in the closet moved to the living room.  Found a ton of unopened golf balls.  These were gifts to my dad because he always asked for golf balls.  There were also buckets of used golf balls.  So many golf balls.  Like hundreds.  Also found a crazy catch of old slides of when my folks lived in Asia, and some old photos that looked super cool but I didn't really go through them that much. Found my dad's old camping equipment - freakin medieval.  I think I'm just going to dump them at some homeless encampment.  

It's another pretty full week of OT, PT & a doctor's appt that I got bumped up to this week.