Katy
Our sister Katy is in the hospital with ketoacidosis, but she’ll recover. She spent yesterday throwing up acetone and the like: a really shitty reaction to Juvenile Diabetes. Katy has probably influenced my life in about the same way as she has influenced Regina’s. She is transformative. She takes what she sees in life and turns it into something else. When she was little, she called the ocean the “big drink.” Once she made Chineese food and put licorice in it; I remember that one because my mom got so mad. I am the opposite; I just want to see and present things as they are.
When she was about 4 and I was 9, we were going somewhere together and she decided to walk along the top of a retaining wall. I was walking alongside, telling her that if she falls, to fall in my direction so that I can catch her. There’s no way in hell I would have walked on of that wall. When she is in the hospital, I am likely to sit here and worry, but her fearlessness helps. I did manage to get the things done today that I needed to. I tried calling the hospital about 5 times, but every time I called she was getting tests done or sleeping. Nobody was there with her today, which absolutely killed me. My mom spent all day there with her yesterday, but had to work today.
This afternoon we had our championship softball game. I was definitely feeling bad juju, and thought it would rub off on everyone else. The first pitch of the game resulted in a broken windshield, but that wasn’t my fault. In the second inning, the ball fell in dog crap and it got all over the shortstop’s hand. We were down all game, until the last inning, where we were up by two. I had done my part to keep the game interesting by sucking in the field. Of course, we had lost the coin toss, so the other team had last ups. They scored one and then it was two out with a man on third. A lefty came up to bat, and popped it up in the infield. The fist baseman called it, but I was under it. Game over, we won.
All of a sudden a shitty day and a shitty game was changed into something else. For that moment I stopped bearing the day as it was and turned it into something better. Just after the game I finally got through to Katy in the hospital, and she was feeling better. I feel indescribably good now.
When she was about 4 and I was 9, we were going somewhere together and she decided to walk along the top of a retaining wall. I was walking alongside, telling her that if she falls, to fall in my direction so that I can catch her. There’s no way in hell I would have walked on of that wall. When she is in the hospital, I am likely to sit here and worry, but her fearlessness helps. I did manage to get the things done today that I needed to. I tried calling the hospital about 5 times, but every time I called she was getting tests done or sleeping. Nobody was there with her today, which absolutely killed me. My mom spent all day there with her yesterday, but had to work today.
This afternoon we had our championship softball game. I was definitely feeling bad juju, and thought it would rub off on everyone else. The first pitch of the game resulted in a broken windshield, but that wasn’t my fault. In the second inning, the ball fell in dog crap and it got all over the shortstop’s hand. We were down all game, until the last inning, where we were up by two. I had done my part to keep the game interesting by sucking in the field. Of course, we had lost the coin toss, so the other team had last ups. They scored one and then it was two out with a man on third. A lefty came up to bat, and popped it up in the infield. The fist baseman called it, but I was under it. Game over, we won.
All of a sudden a shitty day and a shitty game was changed into something else. For that moment I stopped bearing the day as it was and turned it into something better. Just after the game I finally got through to Katy in the hospital, and she was feeling better. I feel indescribably good now.
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