Nothing gets a rap dude more emo than his jewelry or his momma. I’m no rap dude, and I don’t own too much jewelry to get sick over, but I am blessed to still have my moms. Homegirl is situated in the ‘A’ right now and even though we are a million miles away we are still connected – psionically umbilical.
Almost two weeks ago I awoke on Sunday and I couldn’t walk. I literally could not get out of my bed. My right hip was in mind-numbing pain. It reminded me of being in a car accident. What the fuck?!? I’m as grown as any grown ass man when it comes to dealing with physical pain, but the onset of this was so sudden and so wrenching that I’m pretty sure I called out to my mom. I needed her to take the pain away with her mom magic. She is in Atlanta though and unfortunately, as much as I have read my X-Men comics, I could not teleport to her. I fell back in the bed and slept the entire day.
Later that evening, after I had reawakened, I did my normal weekend routine: urinate, open the ‘frige door, sit down to my computer and then check my phone. I noticed on my phone that I had missed a call from the lovely Chocolate Snowflake, and my cousin Jennifer from Atlanta had called me twice along with another unrecognizable number with a 770 area code. Two missed calls from Jenni is kind of like the ruh-roh, so I called up cuzzo without even listening to any of the messages beforehand.
DP: Jenn what’s up?
Jenn: Darry did you hear the msg?
DP: No, what happened?
Jenn: Your mom fell and broke her hip!
DP: Damn!
So that was what I was feeling earlier in the morning. I was hurting because my mom was crying out to me. I got the details from Jenni on what had happened. Dukes was making her post-Sunday services Wal-Mart run and fell down in the parking lot. She was stabilized in the hospital, but because of all the pain she was given morphine.
Damn.
You don’t ever want to eff with morphine, even if you eff with morphine. I swear that it’s like being outside of your body and watching the rest of the world pass you by.
I told my cousin that I needed her to make sure that my mother signed nothing without my consent. You need to have a security guard alongside your bed when you are in a fucking hospital. You could be in pain or trauma and one of those staffers or a doctor will hand you a clipboard that says you will donate your eyeballs to them while you’re still alive. Jenni and my mom’s BFF were on the case and they weren’t going to let her get the guinea pig treatment that happens to folks without an advocate.
When I spoke to Dukes the next day, her voice could not belie her misery. My mom is normally a bit anxious and concerned about minutae that isn’t important in the moment. So naturally, even though she’s laid up in the hospital, she’s worried about my younger brother.
Fuck him! Your shit is fucked the fuck up right now!
Of course I didn’t say that to my mom. That’s her baby. My eyes roll, but then we get to the business at hand, which is her surgery. We both agreed upon the replacement of the hip as needed, instead of the less remedial nuts and bolts job. Surgery is some serious shit though party people, especially when you are put under general anesthesia. Thank GOD my mom pulled through the procedure. She is in a rehab clinic now in Smyrna and I am getting my shit together to go see her.
I had planned on getting back to Atlanta in March for her birthday, but this circumstance has pushed the date forward, not unlike the release date for KanYe West’s 808’s & Heartbreak. So I am calling this trip multiple sclerosis and hip break. The theme will be to see if I can give Dukes the spirit and the courage to get back up on her own two. She is telling me that her multiple sclerosis is preventing her from rehabbing effectively. I don’t buy that shit. My mom is pissed that my dad got on the spaceship without her. She has family and friends in Atlanta but she is ultimately alone for the first time in damn near forty years.
Being alone is scary and depressing. Except for me. I’m a loner in my own right. Poor C.S. has to deal with my mood swings and my temper tantrums a lot too. She is a sweetheart of a woman. I hope I don’t lose her, but I lose them all eventually. In the meantime and between time I have to focus on getting my paper up to jump to the ‘A’. Sadly for me this means no sneaker acquisitions for a couple of months. I will need to be in a fucking rehab myself. What I also need is a little help from my friends.
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Life goes on for us all, my internets family.
And I won’t stop the bodyrock until I am on that spaceship my damn self.
