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Apr 27, 2006 11:47

my uncle bryce (the one i used to live with in seattle.. the one that ditched me in santa cruz in 2001 and disappeared) died yesterday. he had hep c, and drank himself into a coma and croaked. the seattle police found him dead on a park bench at volunteer park. his body has been flown down to watsonville and the "funeral" is monday morning in santa cruz. my brother is doing the ceremony, it's going to be graveside only since there will probably only be 15 people there tops. my dad is wearing shorts and flip flops to the funeral.

i'm not looking forward to this; i'm okay with my uncle dying, i don't need any sympathy or anything, but my dad is really freaking out about this. i'm not looking forward to it because 0. i'm going to have to be around my crazy relatives 1. i haven't been to santa cruz in a couple of years and i wasn't looking to break that pattern anytime soon and 2. MY BROTHER IS DOING THE CEREMONY which means it's just going to add to the general weirdess. i am looking forward to seeing my dad and my sister (i see my brother all the time.. so i don't need to look forward to seeing him) and being "together as a family" for the first time in almost six years.

my new psychiatrist is wonderful and is titrating me off of seroquel. i start at 75mg (down from 100mg) for the next week, then down to 50mg, then down to 25mg, and then off of it completely (HOPEFULLY). she may re-add neurontin into my med regimen at that point. we'll see what happens..
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