Plumbing the depths one year later

Today marks one year since Susan returned from Clearlake on the day after her fated CAT scan. After a surreal 12 months and her most recent ebb, we keep plumbing the depths of Susan’s mental deterioration. Sometimes the things she says are revealing on a variety of levels, from the ordeal of brain trauma to her persistently good humor. Susan’s words are in parentheses.

4pm. Susan was waking up from a long nap on the lounge chair in the patio. What are you doing? (I’m planning my strategy.) Really? What strategy is that? (I’m thinking of the things I can take control of.) What kinds of things do you want to take control of? …let’s start small. (Nature.) That’ll do. Or how about taking control of the world? (That will be fine.)