Mental tales - In which we see too much of jaundice, added with insane parents and insaner siblings

Mentalness runs in my family....It's a streak of madness which surfaces in all people....Lately the humor is stuck onto the hospital theme...and falling ill theme...And it seems to be ill timed...

My mother - My sweet, often scary mother who laughs at all the wrong times...and every time in between...People falling down make her laugh...people being silly and losing things and crying over it make her laugh(This means me...when i lost my first phone) and so when she is at the hospital...she wants to laugh at people who have hurt themselves...because a slab fell on their heads..but then she'll also sympathize with them and indulge in what I call hospital banter...the budding of hospital buddies....Where they communicate from one bed to another...one invalid to another..comparing illnesses...the more fatal, the more popular you are...And then there is the mini NGO unit which my mom runs...which is part time counselor and full time fruit provider to the nurses and patients alike.....She knows who's been divorced, who's been engaged...who has a problem with her mother in law...she's like Jedi that way..or professor Xavier...all brains...

My dad - Whose idea of hospitals is to roam about...bug the nurses....shoo away people and listen to bhajans...on the loudspeaker...when he is admitted...So we never find him in his bed...When we go with the food...and of course a horde of gujrati relatives who insist on coming with you...(many come because they want to save on the individual auto fare) and voila...we don't find my dad where we left him last..on his own bed...we press the bell and a harrowed nurse enters and says "please control him....he just walks around the hospital"...so we get him back...and after 5 minutes he gets tired of all the people around and shoos them away....

My sister - She is the best freak show of all....She loves being in hospitals...even the prospect of drip..which makes me faint...is a thing she loves...she loves chatting with doctors...using big words like expectoration for cough....and generally ensuring that people come and visit her...get her books...food and she is happy....doctors come and go..and she chats...gets out her own files...talks in medical jargon while the poor husband (Read my brother in law who is an ex drummer and now mktg expert) is watching helplessly by..not being able to understand a word...and then signing the bills and patting her hand...

My two others sisters are going to take it down in writing...that even if they are super duper ill...they don't want to go to the hospital...in my case...they make me annoyed...coz i get scared and wen i get scared i get annoyed...because i hate being scared....and they make me want to sleep...everytime that I've gone to meet my mom...I have slept in the chair next to her..while she watches over me...

So far the only insanity I've been accused of is of talking nonsense...non stop at 4 am in the morning...and washing my hands at the popley and son's fountain...and trying to walk up an elevator which is going down....