Lean On Me
Krüde doesn’t remember a time in his life that hasn’t
included taking care of somebody or something.
Ever since I was a young Krüde in the making, the responsibility of
taking care of the family’s two dogs always fell on my shoulders. Not my older
sister or parents. Just me. When my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer 33
years ago, it was me that took her to and from all of the treatments. After
that was my old man counting on me to get his ‘indiscretions’ taken care of
while he sat in a county jail awaiting trial. Then I got married and had a kid.
So my claim of babying my nearest and dearest rings very true in my skull. It
feels like a curse
My girlfriend had a slip and fall accident at work that
broke her right leg in two places recently. I got the call at 10:45 am to go to
a nearby hospital to see her. She was in agony and still hadn’t had a dose of painkillers
yet. I chased down a nurse and told her to get permission to administer a
morphine shot while my gf waited for x-rays. All the recent fentanyl deaths
make all medical professionals vary of administering strong narcotic drugs,even
when a human’s leg breaks in two places. And the tears and cries out for help
are relentless. Sad times we live in
Then there is my ex wife. Every divorcee dude thinks they
have the worst ex. I’m no different. But I have become convinced that she
conspired to kill me back in 2000. Now,that’s a heavy statement to make.
But when I ended up dying in a hospital just days after she disappeared with my
son,my car and all the worldly possessions I had,I have strong suspicions.Why
would she want me dead? For $,of course. A life insurance policy. And since I
survived against all odds, she has been trying to make my life a living Hell
since. Sounds like a sweet woman. Not
My mother these days is the person who I have taken care of
for the las few years. Eye surgeries. Knee replacements. Blood clots. Etc… It
never ends. More so, she likes having me around to buy her fast food or special
pastries. 75 years old and still with a taste for junk food. Guess that is my
destiny
I have a ton of patience when it comes to dealing with temporary
bullshit. But bullshit in perpetuity isn’t part of my MO. Family is family.
Loved ones are loved ones. Do whatever it takes to get them well again.
So here I am. 52 years old. Walking two mini beagles twice a
day. My spine is in rough shape. Back in court as the plaintiff against my
horrible ex wife. Things always come full circle. I ain’t complaining. Just
living. Mahalo
On time for life,
KK
@kapn_krude