First of all, I wanted to apologize for my long and unannounced hiatus from you the pen. No I am not suffering from the world’s greatest case of writers block, in fact, I feel like I have more things than ever to share with you. The reason I have been so distant is because I have been very busy with preparing for my graduation party and finishing up the last things that needed to be done at school but also because I just could not muster up the strength to open my computer and let flow everything that was whirling around in my mind. Today, coming back from school after a practice graduation run through and picking up my cleaned laptop, I decided I should share with you some of the thoughts whirling around in my head.
The other day I was lucky enough to be chosen by some mysterious illness that sprang up on me in the middle of the night and nestled itself into my system. The next day I thought I felt a little strange but crediting it to the overly spicy food I had ate the previous night I decided to go babysit. Turns out my immune system was on vacation and I was sicker than I thought. After putting on a movie for the children and numerous awkward shifting on the sofa sessions, I hurried home as soon as possible that evening. It is odd how when you are sick timing often happens in both the best and worse ways possible all at once. I was spared vomiting in-front of the two exuberant children but the minute I got home I knew this wasn’t just going to be a lot of uncomfortable stomach cramps. I will spare you the visual but what occurred for the next seven hours was a lot of noises, shifting around on the cold bathroom floor ,dehydration, and the motivation for this entire post, calling for my mother.
After I had calmed myself from the initial attack I realized I had lost a lot of water and needed to get something to drink. I stood up. Nope. Guess not. It was like that moment when you drive through a tunnel where everything goes dark and you are wondering why they don’t install better lighting in the tunnel because you are pretty sure there is some wacko invisible driver about to ram into your car. My vision blurred and darkened and everything went fuzzy. I figured attempting to make it downstairs to get a glass of water might not be the best option but my sister was working on the yard outside and didn’t have her phone on her and I doubted my cat would be helpful. I did what any sick person usually thinks to do; I called my mommy, crying, asking her when she would be home to take care of me.
Keep in mind, I’m at that stage in my life when everybody around me is covered in tears thinking about how much they are going to miss their families. Don’t get me wrong I love my family and I will miss them in my own Eva way but I have never been the type to get sad about something so freeing and joyful. I am more than ready to go out on my own and be broke and make terrible decisions like I do now and have to take full responsibility for them and then have to call my mom to ask her silly things like how to write a check or which brands of meat to avoid buying at all costs. Yet, people who know me also know that I am probably one of the most nostalgic people out there. So while I was wondering if my stomach would stay where it was supposed to or end up on our bathroom floor I realized, nobody ever seems to take care of you like your mother when you are sick.
I was thinking about all of the vomit my mother had to wipe off the floor, our faces, and out of our hair hair. I don’t even want to think about the other things involved with being sick. I cringe when a kid hands me a slobbery toy, I can’t even imagine all the things my mom had to handle because of me. Sorry mom. I remember how she used to have us lie down in the bathroom near the tub and would bring us these tiny glasses of Gatorade every hour.
My mom finally got home and she made me some chai tea to soothe my stomach and brought me some more water to drink and I was thinking to myself this whole time: How do grown ups be sick. How do people throw up without their mothers there to smooth down their hair and bring them something to settle their stomachs. I am completely on board the adulthood train and more than ready to go. I’m overjoyed! I just hope I don’t get sick because nobody takes care of you when you are sick like your mother.
-Eva M. M
Thank you all for reading, commenting and letting me know any questions you have about me and my writing. It is wonderful to be back sharing with all of you ink angels.
” Me and the pen, we are one. If its ink would cease to flow, my ink would cease to flow.”