Jacken’s Blog

Last night, my mother had a minor brain hemorrhage. You know something bad has happened when the phone rings 2 o clock in the morning. So I rushed to the hospital and met my older brother Dagge and my sister Bitta. And then we sat and waited to get some information from the doctors. Apparently they have a new technique there that they are evaluating to minimise the damage, so everything was at full speed. It was all very professional done, we got our own room to wait in, and a personal nurse that kept us updated. The nurse who we got was an obvious transvestite, wich my brother who can be a bit old fashioned, didn’t like. We discussed it, and we could at least agree on that it takes a big pair of balls to work in such a public place in drag (pun intended). I think Dagge had more respect for the girl after that.

After a while we got to see our mother in the emergency room, and she looked fine. We had lost our father to a brain hemorrhage, many years ago, and this was giving us some bad flashbacks, so it was great to see that she was alright. The doctors suspected a kind of hemorrhage called tia, but my mother just thought that she’s been to busy and that the heat was getting to her. Yeah right.

And typical to my mother she managed to convince the doctor to release her from the hospital today.

Well, she has got good reason to be tired. She worked in her own dry cleaning company for like 30 years, so she’s probably 50 proof of perchloric ethylene. Then raising four kids. Saving one of them from certain death by getting my brother off heroine and a certain overdose. The guy’s been taking drugs for twenty years, nobody from the swedish authorities tried to help him, and she fought for years to make it happend. So you could say that she gave him life twice. He’s now clean for almost three years. It’s good to know that being taxed the highest of all the industrial countries really works. Yeah right… The most irritating thing about all this, is to see my brother now. Talk about wasting 20 years. He’s really an excellent business man. He started to manufacture specialist headphones for drummers. He’s buying stuff and renovating it to better than new condition and then selling them. If he hadn’t wasted all those years on drugs, he would have been a really successful man. Not that he’s not successful now. There’s only one problem now. He takes medicines the last months to counteract all the stuff that happened to his body during all those years, and it makes him a bit short tempered. And him being almost 2 meter long and weigh around 130 kilo, so there is a problem bitch-slapping him

Sometimes I wonder if I got any genes from my mother, because we’re so different. She’s the “Lets do it now” type, and I’m the “Let’s do it later…” type. This is one of our biggest cause for conflicts. But I really love her.