Today was pretty fucking misery inducing. Oomee is pretty much raving with occasional patches of memory. The place she is staying at the moment is pretty much a prison. At least Oopee seemed chipper enough this afternoon; he had a pacemaker put in yesterday.

We have no language for times like this. Four or five times I thought, 'It's such a pity' or 'it's such a shame', but that's crap. Being sick is not a shame, to you or to people associated with you. Illness and accident should not inspire pity, it should inspire a little more fucking love. Sometimes I am angry with English.





The first time she looked at me today, she called me skatje, just like she always has. After that, she had no idea who I was, except when she cleared up enough to ask why the hell we were leaving her in this place with these crazy fucking people.