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It’s just too easy to fade to black and not post. I was really enjoying the camaraderie I found here. Some of y’all were great friends. But I let you down. Real life was getting too intense, and I didn’t want to post what may have been tmi, or, or whatever. This past year, year and half has been tumultuous to say the least. My mother has gone into hospice care after falling down like ever other day. She’d been sent to the hospital several times. The latest incident she was “home” (assisted living) for literal 15 minutes and fell again. Back to the hospital and the into hospice.
My oldest son, who is a NICU nurse was an accused of molesting his nieces, and had waited 4 years for the trial to take place was finally notified that it would begin March. My husband drove to get to stand with him. Unfortunately Max got stuck in Wyoming due to a massive snowstorm. He was stuck for 5 days and realized there was no way he could make it. B’s brother flew in to stand with him the morning the trial started. Fortunately the girl’s stories conflicted with each other and with their mother’s. It was almost laughable. We figured that the girls probably were molested, and B was an easy target. With $$$. They grew up in a house with the mom as a druggie and alcoholic. People coming and going at all times. It certainly could and probably did happen. But NOT with B. The trial was supposed to last 3 days. It was over in one. My poor husband, who can always see every possible outcome, burst into tears at the, “not guilty” he absolutely made himself sick.
This brother, #2 who served 2 tours in Iraq a couple of weeks after, tried to commit suicide. He couldn’t deal with the guilt he felt. It just kept building. He was only 21 his first tour. He is in heavy duty therapy now and has rediscovered religion. We talk and text nearly everyday so we don’t get to that point again.
I’ve had a hard time health wise, but my latest experience was really something. We had a very old, rickety and slippery wood deck, that I had managed to fall through, twice. No biggy ,just bruises but Max decided to put in concrete.
Well…. A week ago I fell down 13 steps and landed with my head where my feet should have been. At the ER, we discovered my right (dominant) hand is broken in 5 places. Most of the injuries will heal on their own, but my index finger got a chunk of knuckle broken right off and will need pins to repair it. Friday is the scheduled surgery and I just found out that out-patient surgery still means that I will have to be put under 😳😵💫
I’m mildly terrified. Never had any surgery of any kind befor my last gripe is that Ive been asleep almost all day every day, and that doesn’t seem right. But then again, I’m taking Percocet 4 times daily.
It’s just too easy to fade to black and not post. I was really enjoying the camaraderie I found here. Some of y’all were great friends. But I let you down. Real life was getting too intense, and I didn’t want to post what may have been tmi, or, or whatever. This past year, year and half has been tumultuous to say the least. My mother has gone into hospice care after falling down like ever other day. She’d been sent to the hospital several times. The latest incident she was “home” (assisted living) for literal 15 minutes and fell again. Back to the hospital and the into hospice.
My oldest son, who is a NICU nurse was an accused of molesting his nieces, and had waited 4 years for the trial to take place was finally notified that it would begin March. My husband drove to get to stand with him. Unfortunately Max got stuck in Wyoming due to a massive snowstorm. He was stuck for 5 days and realized there was no way he could make it. B’s brother flew in to stand with him the morning the trial started. Fortunately the girl’s stories conflicted with each other and with their mother’s. It was almost laughable. We figured that the girls probably were molested, and B was an easy target. With $$$. They grew up in a house with the mom as a druggie and alcoholic. People coming and going at all times. It certainly could and probably did happen. But NOT with B. The trial was supposed to last 3 days. It was over in one. My poor husband, who can always see every possible outcome, burst into tears at the, “not guilty” he absolutely made himself sick.
This brother, #2 who served 2 tours in Iraq a couple of weeks after, tried to commit suicide. He couldn’t deal with the guilt he felt. It just kept building. He was only 21 his first tour. He is in heavy duty therapy now and has rediscovered religion. We talk and text nearly everyday so we don’t get to that point again.
I’ve had a hard time health wise, but my latest experience was really something. We had a very old, rickety and slippery wood deck, that I had managed to fall through, twice. No biggy ,just bruises but Max decided to put in concrete.
Well…. A week ago I fell down 13 steps and landed with my head where my feet should have been. At the ER, we discovered my right (dominant) hand is broken in 5 places. Most of the injuries will heal on their own, but my index finger got a chunk of knuckle broken right off and will need pins to repair it. Friday is the scheduled surgery and I just found out that out-patient surgery still means that I will have to be put under 😳😵💫
I’m mildly terrified. Never had any surgery of any kind befor my last gripe is that Ive been asleep almost all day every day, and that doesn’t seem right. But then again, I’m taking Percocet 4 times daily.
