Family Update
Dad got out of the hospital on the 18th (his Bday, ironically. He said it was the best present ever.) He had a bleeding ulcer and intestinal inflammation, which is what caused him to basically crap blood and nearly bleed to death. It only took them nearly five days to figure that out. Grr. Five of the longest damn days of my life. Not only did I have to deal with the whole "Is my Dad gonna die?" thing, my mom really didn't handle it very well.
See, my mom has a bit of a drug problem. Her drug of choice? Ambien. I don't get the appeal. Ambien basically turned me into a zombie. I'd sleep walk, hallucinate, and sleep-eat-sugar. (I'm serious. It gave me the hiccups, so then I'd eat a spoonful of sugar to stop it. Apparently, it works. No idea where I heard that from, but hey, I was high.) Anyway, so for those first couple days, she was a fuckin' zombie. And not the good kind, either. It terrified me. It always does. Normally, my Dad controls the more dangerous medications she's on. Oxycodone, Ambien, Ativan and Flexirol. But since he was sick, she was given them. I really wish he'd given me the Ambien so I could've stopped her. And my grandma was no help. I understand she was concerned, but God, she just made things worse. It got so bad that one night, while I was crying my eyes out, I actually prayed. I prayed that I'd get my parents back. Imagine my surprise when it worked.
Anyway, thank you guys for being so awesome and supportive and understanding. I have people to talk to (my cousin was amazingly supportive), but there's certain family secrets (ie. mom's drug problem) that not everybody knows about, and I really don't want them to know about it either. It's sort of our dirty laundry, and I'm not comfortable airing it out. But I have to tell someone otherwise I probably would've gone insane. Love you all!
See, my mom has a bit of a drug problem. Her drug of choice? Ambien. I don't get the appeal. Ambien basically turned me into a zombie. I'd sleep walk, hallucinate, and sleep-eat-sugar. (I'm serious. It gave me the hiccups, so then I'd eat a spoonful of sugar to stop it. Apparently, it works. No idea where I heard that from, but hey, I was high.) Anyway, so for those first couple days, she was a fuckin' zombie. And not the good kind, either. It terrified me. It always does. Normally, my Dad controls the more dangerous medications she's on. Oxycodone, Ambien, Ativan and Flexirol. But since he was sick, she was given them. I really wish he'd given me the Ambien so I could've stopped her. And my grandma was no help. I understand she was concerned, but God, she just made things worse. It got so bad that one night, while I was crying my eyes out, I actually prayed. I prayed that I'd get my parents back. Imagine my surprise when it worked.
Anyway, thank you guys for being so awesome and supportive and understanding. I have people to talk to (my cousin was amazingly supportive), but there's certain family secrets (ie. mom's drug problem) that not everybody knows about, and I really don't want them to know about it either. It's sort of our dirty laundry, and I'm not comfortable airing it out. But I have to tell someone otherwise I probably would've gone insane. Love you all!