For Fucks Sake

Well, since my last post I wish I could say things have gotten tremendously better. I can’t. I saw my girl once in the last almost two months. And that was to do a meet and greet with drippy dick. She asked a few times if we wanted to meet him. The response I wanted to say was “FUCK NO”. However, I refrained and agreed to meet him last Wednesday. It was absolutely horrid. They walked into the house, my girl first and then him. He had his hood up and couldn’t even say hi to us. Introductions were made. He just plopped himself down on our love-seat and assumed the hood-rat slouch. My girl was chatting nervously, the energy in the room was uncomfortable. She told me a little about her new job at the shipping facility where she works as a picker. She asked if I was proud of her. I told her I was proud of her, but I was also concerned for her. I told her I was concerned she wasn’t getting any type of therapy and I was concerned she was going to get stuck in a job and life that she really didn’t want. She immediately went off the deep end and started accusing me of calling her a failure. Again, I know that is how her brain processed what I said. I kept telling her I never used the word failure, she is the one that said it. Things just continued to get worse from there.

Drippy dick said nothing, but had a cocky grin on his face the entire time. I really can’t even remember the order of conversation or what exactly was said. I know at one point my girl asked if I had any questions for him. I said I didn’t and really didn’t know what to say, but I tried to explain how I felt about the “situation” in general. Anything I said he had a smart-ass comeback for. He tried very hard to sound intelligent and use big words. It didn’t work well for him. It actually got to the point that I couldn’t even look at him anymore. I’m not sure exactly how it came up, but I know I mentioned therapy again and decided to ask drippy dick his thoughts on my girls diagnosis of Borderline Personality Disorder. Low and behold – drippy dick disagrees with the diagnosis. He said he read about the symptoms and doesn’t feel that my girl has that. Drippy dick apparently slept at a Holiday Inn Express the night before and has a degree in psychology. He also doesn’t believe in any type of therapy. After that comment I had to leave the room.

Now, remember the post when I tried to send drippy dick a message about sitting down together and having a conversation? In those messages when he was a complete asshole, he mentioned how my girl was far better off with him both mentally and physically. He lives in a small “city” about 45 minutes away from us. Every day on the news there is at least one shooting reported. It is a horrible area and that is where she is, but he is going to keep her safe and would never let anything happen to her. Remember that.

My girl took a shower before they left (she comes home every other day to shower – when I asked why she drives 45 minutes one way to shower when she is living with him, I was told the hot water heater doesn’t work well at his house and she wants to save the hot water for his mom, him and his brothers). They left around 9PM. Oh, and they were both stoned. Just a little side note.

I was a mess after they left. I did take half a sleeping pill. I needed to just sleep. Around 11:30PM I realize my cell phone is ringing and it’s her. I missed the call, but called her right back. She was in tears. She asked me to drive to her and take her to the hospital. I thought she mean she was having a mental breakdown. As I was trying to focus and figure out what was going on, she told me she was in severe pain. She felt nauseous and couldn’t stand straight. All the pain was in her lower left abdomen. I told her to go to the local hospital. She said she didn’t want to go alone. I asked where drippy dick was and she said he was sleeping. He had to get up in the morning for work. But he was willing to take her to the ER and drop her off. She was scared and didn’t want to be alone. I did not cave. I told her she needed to go to the closest hospital and get help and it would take me at least 45 minutes to an hour to get to her. She said she would talk to drippy. She ended up driving home in severe pain. Suddenly our garage door is going up and she is crying in pain at the bottom of the stairs at 12:45AM. Of course I drive her to our local ER. It was a very slow night, which was good for us. She got immediate attention. Her blood pressure and pulse were high because of the pain she was in. An IV was started and the gave her some liquid Tramadol to help the pain. It didn’t help. Morphine was next. That at least took the edge off, but she was still writhing in pain. An ultrasound was ordered to check her ovaries since she has had ovarian cysts in the past. They took her for the test and ended up giving her fentanyl because she couldn’t lay flat and her body was shaking uncontrollably. That finally helped the pain. They also did a CT scan because the pain was radiating into her back and they wanted to check for kidney stones. The results came in and it was learned that she had several ovarian cysts that burst and the fluid that was released was causing the pain. We were eventually released and got home at 5AM. I called off work to sleep and keep and eye on her.

My girl woke up around 1PM and was feeling better. She left around 3:30PM to head back to drippy dick. The person who takes fabulous care of her, who loves her and would never do anything to hurt her. If that didn’t show her his true colors I don’t know what will.

The next “thing” that makes me think I was a child slave trader in a past life and karma is rewarding me for that; my mom and step-dad drove to Florida last Friday. This is something they do twice a year. My sister and brother-in-law have a local home and a home in Florida. They have been very successful and are very fortunate. My parents tow a trailer with one or two of their “play” cars. They take them to Florida in November and haul them back to Pennsylvania in April. Anyway, my parents left for Florida last Friday and arrived late Saturday. I talked to my mom Sunday and she mentioned she felt very achy and thought she might be getting a cold. Later Sunday eve I talked to her and she said she had a very bad stomach ache. I told her not to mess around and if she felt that bad she should get checked and I reminded her of the bowel blockage she had about 15 years ago. Well, early Monday morning my step-dad took her to the ER and she was admitted with a blockage. She had an NG tube inserted and it was a waiting game to see if the blockage passed. Over the next two days she continued to vomit and the decision was made to operate on Wednesday. The surgeon did not have to remove any intestine and was able to open the pinched intestine. The NG tube stayed in until Thursday evening when she was started on clear liquids. Things didn’t go well and she had to have the tube put back in early Saturday morning. Not only does she feel like shit, but she feels like shit in a different hospital, in a different state. As of just a few hours ago the tube was taken out to see how she tolerates food. Fingers crossed things improve from here and she can fly home by the weekend.

Add to this my grandmother (my mom’s mom) is in a nursing facility and was just placed into hospice care. She is 92, and has congestive heart failure. My mom and I have Power of Attorney for her. Since my mom is not feeling well, I am now on call for the nursing home and hospice. They called today to say her morphine would now be increased to every four hours around the clock and she was coughing up blood so they felt it was best to stop her blood thinner. I can only hope and pray that nothing happens before my mom is able to come home and see her.

I now need my bed.

Author: howdoilifeweb

Late 40's, wife, mom, daughter, sister, friend.

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