It’s been almost two months since my sister has been in the hospital. A very, very long two months, I might add.

She went in the 2nd of September, in really bad shape and it was touch and go. No one knew if she’d pull through or not. No one knew what shape she’d been in if she did. She did pull through. Eventually getting off the ventilator, and the feeding tube and out of restraints.

She’s had a shunt put in her brain, to drain the excess blood and fluid from the bleeding & to relieve the pressure so there wouldn’t be even more damage than there was (and they needed to shave a lot of her hair to do so-and if you know my sis, you know that pissed her off.). She’s had strokes from the bleeds and has weakness on her right side which makes it a chore for her to walk too far for too long without just falling.

She had sores on her legs which she would mess with and being in the hospital those turned into Staph MRSA infections. She’s on antibiotics for that now, which seem to be working. Her brain functions…there’s definite memory loss as well as function loss. Unless it’s written down where she can see it, she doesn’t know the date or where she is at.

She forgets a lot. She forgets our mom is dead and having to tell her, again and again is painful. Not just for us-family wise, but for her as well, as most often she drifts back into her mind and thoughts and ends the conversation. In her head, she thinks she is fine. In her head she doesn’t have the issues and function loss we all see and know that she does.

She’s become more aggressive and bitchy-think Linda Blair in the Exorcist-and has a definite hard-boiled anger toward me as I won’t let her go back to that shit hole area she was found in. Not just because it’s a bad scene, but also because she could not make it on her own. She has to have 24/7 supervision and medical staff around. She would not know better than to walk out into traffic if left to her own devices, nor to not drink alcohol till she dropped dead from it’s poisoning.

No one knows for certain all the factors (and all those involved) in how she got to the point she was before she was brought to the hospital. It’s still being investigated. But she was out of it, left outside in the elements for hours. She could not walk and was barely conscious.

And you’d think all the family would pull together in a time like this. You’d be wrong. Sperm donor only cared when he though there was money involved for him and that skanky ass cunt. Since there’s not, he’s not bothered to call to see how she is at all.

She had brain surgery today and I yet do not know how it went. The hospital is kinda slow in calling and morbid as it may sound I figured if the worst had happened, they would have called for that.

The way the situation is, she’ll need care the rest of her life, which has been shortened by all that’s has happened. It’s doubtful she’ll ever be able to mother her kids again as they should be. It’s doubtful she’ll be able to take care of her self completely without out help. It’s almost as if she has died, as she’ll never be the sister I grew up with again. But I love her nonetheless.