THE CATAMORPHOSIS My Morning started like any other; My alarm went off, I got out of bed, and headed straight to the bathroom. Half-awake and still rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I must have gotten lost because I stepped right into the cats litter box. YUCK! Something felt like it was caught in the back of my throat. “HACK, HACK”, I tried to clear it out, but I needed something to drink.
" Goddamnit" I quickly rolled out of my big soft bed, to turn off whatever the beeping sound came from and in the process my cat had been thrown off my chest. I fumbled around in the dark before making my way to the light switch and turning it on. My room was simple, numorus posters of bands, and games were plasted on the walls and dirty socks hanging from the drawer. i listen to the sound of the beep and slowly followed its source. There my digital alarm clock had been under my L shaped table along with some MONSTER energy cans.
That was what everyone else was doing. The next week posed a slight problem; none of her children were able to spend the weekend with her; and my sister and I were therefore nominated to be there all weekend. Down the block from the home, there was an apartment available for any relatives of the center’s patients. My teenage sister and I arrived there late Friday afternoon, put down our few belongings, and quickly hurried over to Grandma’s room. Walking into the building, we were greeted by the strong antiseptic smell that all old age centers bear.
He turned to his nightstand and huddled over it, then leaned down and stuck a hand by the headboard and the wall, then combed under the bed, still not finding them. The doorbell insisted again. “Dammit!” He stumbled into the hall, ducked his head into the bathroom, thinking that, by some fluke, he might have left his glasses (and case?) there. Nothing.
"I need to go to the bathroom." After about a minute, the door swung open and I hurried down the hallway. Afterwards I walked back into my "bedroom" and waited on my bed, with thoughts of freedom on my mind, for the clang of the keys and the daily morning directions. "Get up, get up, sweep and mop your rooms and brush your teeth. Make your beds.
I got up and ran to my bathroom and locked the door, and didn’t leave the room until the next morning. I knew that my parents were going to separate in November of 2008. My mother couldn’t hold herself together after she heard the news. Both of my parents travelled a lot for their work, and throughout November of 2008, I noticed my parents were hardly ever at home at the same ti... ... middle of paper ... ...as going on around her. I get a text from my ex.
I took care of her for two years as if she was part of my family, with respect and compassion. The last week of her life, Alice was regretting quickly that she needed a hospice’s nurse coming to give medications and singing to her. Her son told me that she was ready to go, but wouldn’t let go because he was always around. So one day he told me that he needed to go to the dry cleaner. I ask him not to go, but he said to not worry.
I hopped into the shower and stepped under the warm water, closing my eyes and the stream trickled across my face. A light knocking on the door followed by the worried voice of Alicia caused me to hurry through the shower. “Hurry up, we have no food.” Alicia whined as I dressed myself in my comfy shopping clothes. I brushed my teeth and washed my face. After, I tended to... ... middle of paper ... ...ed over it.
He had one of the most common forms of dementia, Alzheimer. While going to school every day my mother was slowly getting fed up with having to take care of my grandfather and our two dogs, Susie and Lucy. One day she made the harsh decision while drinking her twelve ounce Red Dog, beer, to pull me out of school even if I was only in the sixth grade, even if I did have an older brother that could help. All of her
Immediately I reached for my dressing gown, which was laying on my dresser and put it on as quitely and discretely as possible, trying not to disturb what was going on down stairs. Suddenly I heard a glass smash. I thought to my self that whoever was in my house is now in the kitchen and searching though my cupboards. What are they looking for? What's going to happen?