Interesting and Eventful Weekend
"Only a Bouchett can get up the driveway when there's snow."
He wasn't fucking kidding. So, François and his grandparents live in the middle of nowhere. Like, take one road for twenty minutes away from Burlington, turn at the covered bridge onto a private dirt road, take that for five minutes, and then turn onto their private driveway, which is somewhere between a quarter and a half mile long, dirt road that's mostly uphill. I made it about halfway up before I was afraid I'd either end up in a ditch or burn my engine out (it was starting to smell funny and make noises that were even weirder than usual), so I pull into a space cleared of trees specifically designed for the purpose of non-Bouchetts driving up, and walked the rest of the way.
Have I mentioned that being in the middle of no-where, in the woods, with no lights, really scares the fuck out of me? Because it does. A lot. It's part of why I like the city--it's never actually dark.
So now I'm sitting at François', waiting for him to get back from Montréal and attempting to do some schoolwork. I go back to Montréal tomorrow around noon.
Other interesting things this weekend:
-Found out my Uncle detoxed recently. He's an alcoholic, but no hospital would admit him because he was both addicted and depressed, and most places don't handle dual diagnoses. So my dad and my aunt had to take care of him with the help of a detox program, and now he's all detoxed, even though he almost died (alcohol is the only drug that can kill you from withdrawl). He was also diagnosed right after with bipolar disorder by a doctor that says that from the sound of things, all of my dad's siblings have some level of bipolar disorder. So, with both parents and an uncle who battled alcoholism, and a father and an uncle with proper diagnoses and another aunt and two uncles who are most likely bipolar, guess how I'm likely to turn out?
-My sister and I got into a fight (yes, physical) for the first time in years because she wouldn't stop calling me a dyke and despite the fact that I thoroughly despise violence (it makes me nauseous), I lost my temper. This was right as we were about to sit down to Easter dinner. On the plus side, this led to me telling my mother very clearly that I like women, which she was actually ok with, and said that she had suspected, that it didn't change anything, etc, etc.
-My mother was diagnosed with emphysema, and she already has skipped pre-hypertension to level 1 for blood pressure problems.
As you can see, it's been an eventful weekend. I can't wait to get back to Montréal...
He wasn't fucking kidding. So, François and his grandparents live in the middle of nowhere. Like, take one road for twenty minutes away from Burlington, turn at the covered bridge onto a private dirt road, take that for five minutes, and then turn onto their private driveway, which is somewhere between a quarter and a half mile long, dirt road that's mostly uphill. I made it about halfway up before I was afraid I'd either end up in a ditch or burn my engine out (it was starting to smell funny and make noises that were even weirder than usual), so I pull into a space cleared of trees specifically designed for the purpose of non-Bouchetts driving up, and walked the rest of the way.
Have I mentioned that being in the middle of no-where, in the woods, with no lights, really scares the fuck out of me? Because it does. A lot. It's part of why I like the city--it's never actually dark.
So now I'm sitting at François', waiting for him to get back from Montréal and attempting to do some schoolwork. I go back to Montréal tomorrow around noon.
Other interesting things this weekend:
-Found out my Uncle detoxed recently. He's an alcoholic, but no hospital would admit him because he was both addicted and depressed, and most places don't handle dual diagnoses. So my dad and my aunt had to take care of him with the help of a detox program, and now he's all detoxed, even though he almost died (alcohol is the only drug that can kill you from withdrawl). He was also diagnosed right after with bipolar disorder by a doctor that says that from the sound of things, all of my dad's siblings have some level of bipolar disorder. So, with both parents and an uncle who battled alcoholism, and a father and an uncle with proper diagnoses and another aunt and two uncles who are most likely bipolar, guess how I'm likely to turn out?
-My sister and I got into a fight (yes, physical) for the first time in years because she wouldn't stop calling me a dyke and despite the fact that I thoroughly despise violence (it makes me nauseous), I lost my temper. This was right as we were about to sit down to Easter dinner. On the plus side, this led to me telling my mother very clearly that I like women, which she was actually ok with, and said that she had suspected, that it didn't change anything, etc, etc.
-My mother was diagnosed with emphysema, and she already has skipped pre-hypertension to level 1 for blood pressure problems.
As you can see, it's been an eventful weekend. I can't wait to get back to Montréal...