My mom died yesterday

Anything else you want to know? 

So true

One of my students wrote this to me:

Grief is a two-faced bitch that shows up at your doorstep when you're in the middle of dinner, pulls up a chair, and overstays her welcome.  

Smart woman. It's so true. I'm with my mother right now. She's gone. She's 97 percent gone. There's so little left, even of her body. It's eating itself alive. She's dying from complications of dementia. I haven't talked about it because what was there to talk about? Why did I want to tell you?

Why did I want to tell myself?

Jesus Christ

My mother is dying. I'm in San Diego, trying to deal with it. We've known this has been going on for a while, but didn't expect things to decline as they have. Also, I have a pinched nerve in my leg and Maizie likely has cancer.

And how are you?

Bon Jovi, "Let it Rock"

I saw Roxy on the table
Her girlfriend down below
They'll give it up to the king of swing
Before it's time to go

Pain

In childbirth, one of the nurses explained to me how to work with the pain, timing pushes along with contractions. I'm learning this is true to a degree with a pinched nerve, though I won't end up with a cute little six-pound bundle. 

Pinched nerve

I've been in agony for two days. I have a pinched nerve in my right leg. It's fucking killing me. I mean, it's not unusual for me to be up at this hour typing away, but not for this reason. Healing thoughts, please. 

Toad the Wet Sprocket, "Nightingale Song"

Little ever changes
If anything at all
Just remind ourselves
How small we are