Is 2017 a rerun of 2016? Or should I not be attaching too much meaning to stuff that happen around me?
My neighbour’s mother, who, as I had mentioned earlier, was diagnosed with cancer, underwent surgery yesterday, and it seems once they cut her up, they found that the monster had left its trail all over her innards. After eight hours of cutting from here, chopping from there and snipping from elsewhere, the doctors say “let’s see”. My neighbour was not as distraught as she was the first time she told me about her mother’s illness, perhaps she has prepared herself for the worst. Illness, especially life-threatening ones, is never easy on loved ones. I hope things settle soon.
My uncle (the one from here) had a nervous breakdown today. He has been in the throngs of dementia for a couple of years now – I would get multiple calls from him (the record was 24 calls in one hour) and he would say “oh, I meant to dial someone else”. He would the ask after my dad and my mom (who has been dead for a few decades now) and I would tell him “all of them are fine” and he would hang up, to call back and ask the exact same thing. At 4.30 AM this morning, he woke my aunt, and insisted that the cops are out to get him because someone (my cousin, in fact) had ratted on him. This happened for many hours before my aunt called my father for help. Between my father, my cousin and me, it was hard work to calm him enough to get tranquillisers into him. A messy day for our family.
This gets me a little worried. If the streak of insanity is genetic, should I warn my family to tip toe around me? Considering that my pms has been progressively intense over the years, am I going the way of my uncle?
Or am I being paranoid? But isn’t paranoia a psychiatric disorder too? Oh, stop it.