day 920

wow

Was @ the movies yesterday, so-so flick (Albert Nobbs), basically 2 hours away from toxicity, when It calls. Good brother had a stroke, is in the hospital. No big loss leaving the flick, especially for him, my man.

This comes on the heels of yet MORE hitting the fan @ the job (once you move up in the food chain, you make a better target).

So, got out, headed home, where It'd drive us to the hospital-I was too affected to drive.

Turns out he had a tci, speech impacted, loss of some motor skills, but none of the "I lost half my body and can't move my right side" stuff.

Hurts seeing life happening sometimes. He's 67/68, diabetic, overweight, had the stroke on Sunday. He and his wife are a great team-I can't stand her, but I'm not married to her. They compliment each other. I owe him big time. Gave me pocket money, looked out for me, really always was there. (of course, Sybil claiming he gave It divorce money's a whole other thing).

Couldn't help but reflect on the fact that for this, Sybil and I got along-aside from Its one outburst in the hospital.

The guy who became the default parent, the "good brother." Sucks.

This is why we run. To stay healthy. Thank GOD I made it out today. Didn't think I would, and I'd have been ok with that. Initially, rain was predicted until 10am, totally messing up running, BUT, it wasn't raining when I got up. Thus, laced 'em up. AND, it rained once I was on the road. S'ok, was light. Not even enough to soak the running shoes.

Best of all, my "before picture" was there. Bless him. A man up to the challenge (my Dim Sum peeps as well).

More gooder. Can't control what hits the fan, but can put one foot in front of the other.