My grandmother died today. I feel the same as I did yesterday. I mean it wasn't a surprise. Even so...
I live 2,000 miles away. I visited a couple of weeks ago. I saw her right before she died, I knew when I left that it was the last time I would ever see her.
My girlfriend left at 9 AM for Cali this morning. After she left I logged onto my computer and my sister in law sent me an I.M. She said : "Are you OK? Are you coming in?" I knew right then that my grandmother was dead. I immediately called my mother and it was confirmed.
So, here I am alone with this. I am actually calm. My TS has been at its worst lately. But not now. I am calm. No sounds and no one to here them, regardless. Apparently, the passing of a life does not stress me out. It does the opposite. I have been very stressed lately. I lost my job and am not seeing a new one on the horizon. Yet...Grandma dies and I am more calm than I have been. Maybe I am relieved. I went to NY to visit . I had a week off from work and I knew she was in bad shape so I visited. The day I saw her in her apartment in Queens freaked me out. She looked really bad. The last time I saw her a few months before she was walking and talking and joking.
I stood outside her apartment building and her nurse pulled up with grandma in a wheelchair, head down and hair gray. I had no idea she looked so bad.
The next day as I was driving in to Queens to see her, I called and the nurse told me she just called an ambulance. The next three visits were in the hospital. I said goodbye and left.
I am alone in my house. I am not as sad as one would think. I don't know how to be. My tics were so bad this week. I mean, to the point where I didn't give a fuck who heard them. I was ticcing it up.
My girlfriend and I had a friend over last week. We were sitting on the couch, watching T.V. and said friend said to me: "Are you aware of the sounds you're making?"
My heart sank.
Fuck! I thought I was being quiet. Hell, I was trying hard to be so. OK. So, she heard me. Big deal. I said, "Of course." That drives me nuts. I mean, if someone notices your tics; fine. But to insinuate that you are unaware of the noises your are making for all to hear, including yourself, is insulting! Yes! I know I am making noises. Do you not think I can hear them, too? I am closer to them than you are!
Gladly, it ended there. I don't mean the vocal tics. I mean the comments on them from the gallery.
And as the week went on, the vocals got worse. I was just letting them fly around my girlfriend. More so than ever before. She says nothing, though. She knows I am doing something. I am not sure she knows what. Maybe I should just tell her. She should know.
And so that was last week. I fly to NY tomorrow and the funeral is the next day. I can almost guarantee my tics will be on full display. We'll see.