It is possible that I may look back at these years and find fodder for a decent story. I'm sure I probably will find a few bits which can be used.
But when it's your life and your people and the shit going down is real, as in real permanent. Well that sucks.
My little sister was life-flighted Monday night. Apparently something went dreadfully wrong with the plumbing, not the wiring, in her brain box. She collapsed and she missed out on every second of her helicopter ride. Three surgeries later she is Critical but Stable. I guess that means 50/50 in hospital lingo.
I think she was getting ready to turn the big 50 this fall. She's had a tough life. We adopted her from Korea as a child and then our family broke up a few years later. After that she dealt with a swamp of shit. And now this.
I'm hoping she'll make it but at the same time it here I am the big bad fearless Jarhead scared as hell that might lose my baby sister to a stupid brain leak.
Fuck the world.