and on the darker side of life...
Spending a weekend in Tampa brought on a panic attack. Full-blown. Haven't had one of those in I-don't-know-how-long. I guess it just felt like my family was trying to drag me back into their drama...
* My brother got hit by a car. Total of 17 breaks in one leg from the knee down. Apparently he told the cops that he did it on purpose; that he wanted to be with his son Danny, who was murdered last June. So, the cops Baker-acted him. Not that he was going to be getting out of the hospital any time soon, anyway. He also told the doctors it was deliberate when they started the sedation for his surgery. But, to the family, he SWEARS it wasn't on purpose. Now, it would be a lot easier to believe him if, not 2 weeks before I moved up to Jax, he hadn't taken a razorblade to his arm and had to be Baker-acted then, too. And if, after his allotted 72 hours was up, he hadn't told me that the doctors told him he had missed the main artery in his arm by half an inch, so now he knew exactly where to cut...
* My nephew also got hit by a car. This after taking every pill he could find, including several Clonopin (SP?), and several Xanax, all washed down by an entire bottle of vodka. Nothing broken, and no Baker-act...this time. He had been Baker-acted at the 1st of the year because after a similar coctail, he tried to hang himself.
* Within 10 minutes of our arrival at my sister's house, she all of a sudden didn't feel good and had to go lie down. Maybe their's something to that whole "lesbian germs" thing after all. Not that my sister is all that straight! Or maybe its that "Sheila and I don't control those boys enough"...this would be the mom of the nephew in the point above...and her son is an angel, right???
* Sheila and I took my uncle, along with my nephew and his girlfriend, out to dinner on Saturday night. Golden Corral, nothing fancy. But after they finished eating, they left. Even though Sheila, the boys, and I were not finished. How rude is that???
* A few weeks before my move, my brother offered to borrow his ex-wife's pickup to tow my (not-currently-running) Explorer up here to Jax. When he went to her to ask she had the following to say (among other comments, I'm sure)..."You aren't using my truck to tow that dyke anywhere", and "That's what killed your mom, you know, Melissa being a dyke."
Ain't family love GRAND?!?