The Obscure

I often get this nervous rash on my fingers and hands during times of stress. Tiny bubbles filled with lymph, constantly popping and drying out, giving my hands a scaly reptilian feel, the likes of which I have never seen before.
I feel like playing video games today, but I know I won't get a chance to. Ah, how I miss the days when I could just say, "To hell with everything, I'm just gonna sit at home and play zelda!"
But those days are long gone, no use dwelling on them, it won't bring them back.

Anyway, things aren't going so great in the Colón family lately. My uncle John has taken a turn for the worst this weekend. I went to see him with my Father and Elena yesterday, he smiled at me and Lena and said, "You grew up in a hurry. You guys look cool."
Then he focused his attention on the TV. I heard him go, "Hey, doggies." and my dad said, "No, cats. They are kitties."
"Oh, they're kitties?"
"Yeah."
It was the most heartbreaking thing in the world, to realize how tired and worn-out he is, his mind can't even decide for itself whether something is a dog or a cat.
He smiled at me, he only had one tooth left. His flesh was emaciated and worn, he looked about twenty years older then he is.
That's the cost of being overwhelmed by a painful life, I guess. I pray that none of us come to a similiar end.

That's all I really have to talk about right now. They are trying Maria on a new medication that might preclude the need for a splenectomy. Prayers for all these things are greatly appreciated.
I guess I'll go have some coffee now. Thank you all for reading.