So I've come home to celebrate a christmas like holiday with my family. I find myself living out the lifestyle that you see in movies. The glamorous household with all the amenities, eating out regularly because it pleases us to do so. And the truest part of this whole picture? I arrived this afternoon around 1pm. After my brief stint in the Chicago Airport after sucumbing what I can only relate as mild stroke of some sort. Now I am sitting in the upstairs computer room after watching movies for the past 3-4 hours. Of the 6 or so that i have been here. My "family" is downstairs. My mother, entertaining her friends with bottles of wine as they share each other over quilt designs. SHe is pleased she has my misfortunate hospital stay to share with the group winning her much needed attentino and condolences. Oh hi I'm him the one that was in the hospital, oh. Don't mind me. Yes i'm allergic to cats, yes we have three of them. My stepfather is sitting silently somewhere else in the house. Silently sitting, thats what he does best. He's almost always silent. My mother didn't learn the real severity of my situation at 20,000 feet until she heard me explaining it to her friends. Depsite the fact that I had recounted it for her three times, and then she heard me again tell it to my stepfather. But pity is so much easier to come by when it wins you favor in your friends eyes.