UTI..Had it & more.
Around 4-5am on 9/17 I called my doctors office, got a nurse call back, almost every quick movement causes me to nealy black out..mosving carefully, not so bad. I check my sugar, 515.. So, three days running over 500.. Bad,
I get told after talking with the nurse about it to call for a ride or an ambulance. I called my friend Nitro, no answer. I called my cousin, Melanie, she answers and I explain then my friend calls back and I tell him I got a ride..
I don't tell anyone where I'm going or with whom except these two people...I'll get to it later. I wrote this note around 9/21 after some freaky voicemail from Dad, whom I did not want to talk to or be found by,. I see that Monday or Tuesday tha I'd gotten calls from the local police so called them back and told them that it was okay to let my Dad know that I was alive and that it was just fine, even suggested that they go ahead and talk with my work but other than that, nobody else's business.
Here's the note, I had called out on 9/11 for 9/12 doctor apointment so my previous post is related.
Also, you might take this as a rant and it may look like one but damn near killing yourself to get away from someone and writing out some of what was going on is me writing it out as a reference.
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Here are some reasons for not telling my father where I was. Coming back after 10-14 hours at work and having left things fine to come back and pretty consistantly do another 4-5 hours AND try to eat.
I had called off of work and told him that. Told him I nearly blacked out upon getting up last Saturday. Neither he nor Joanne seemed to understand that I was angry to have to get up & take out the dog. I said then I didn't feel well but there I was, hobbling down the steps so doggy got out to go poop. Both following like kids. Before that I had already figured that with Dads' dementia there would be no chance I would trust either one with my life or care.
There are other things like being asked to start a chainsaw while I was still on the verge of blacking out and saying so.
Saying I needed the a/c because the heat & humidity were making me sick but having been told 'we' didn't need it..then fighting to keep it on, camping out in front of one just to get it comfortable that I could sleep, even with a fever. Except for police, I didn't feel it was anyone else's business where I went or with whom, I needed to get to the hospital 'NOW'.I didn't need Dad knowing where I was because he'd tell anyone who didn't need to know where I was. Yes, I mean scammers, I know he still wants that boat. One voicemail I should have saved makes it sound like they used a threat toward me. So, keep giving them info and he may get money. Here's another; Get me to move out and get money.
That one should sound vaguely familiar, 'If you move out, Linda may come back.'
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I'm in rehab until my IV antibiotics are done. There is no way I'd let Dad touch me or this to set it up or care for me, that's been settled and I would have been 'home' otherwise.
Sorry for the weird text or font..
One weird voicemail on Thursday 9/20 from Dad was that he thought he knew why I hadn't called or couldn't talk but couldn't talk about it right then.
9/21 had him leave me a message asking to have my car & truck keys sent 'home' and my car was supposedly in the way, He'd just move them when he got them as if it were no big deal. Uh, NO..no license, fucking up a driving test with my car last year made me say 'Never again.'
All that week I'd been having some panic or anxeity attacks at being found in the hospital or my phone would go off with the scammer calling it or the hospital. I went to the step of telling them to disable my room phone and blocking calls from Dad. I'm here, sick, and I don't need the stress.
So, imagine my shock when Dad walks into my room and wants my keys and I tell himmyself that he's not getting them because I figure he'll try driving it for his driving test even though I know one is virtual.
I told him he wasn't getting them because he doesn't have a license. So, he tells me that he'll just have it towed and I can pay the bill. This is mostly because f some small inconvenience to his GF, Joanne and I tell him that 'I'm sorry it's such an inconvenience to his GF.' Well, he didn't want her backing onto the front lawn anymore. I asked what's wrong with leaving someone alone to recover and get told; Nothing, it just might take a while and he didn't want to wait.
What? Okay, so if anything needs to be done in a hurry and he needs to do it we have to wait for possibly weeks or months but we have to hop right up -right now- if he wants something and then he MIGHT get off his ass and do what he was saying he'd do, again, days, weeks, months later..
Over the following week while I've been here I've gotten the car moved with help from friends. Anyone I've told this agrees that my father is out of control. I's now been a couple weeks since getting in here..
If you must know, Linda was another GF Dad had who ran away and Dad was convinced that with my not being here she would come back and I had to tell him; No, not as long as we're related.
You see, that didn't happen where she came back and he still blames me for that too. Refer to my LJ entries around '01-'05.. I think.
Point being, there's been so much BS that I can't let it go.
I get told after talking with the nurse about it to call for a ride or an ambulance. I called my friend Nitro, no answer. I called my cousin, Melanie, she answers and I explain then my friend calls back and I tell him I got a ride..
I don't tell anyone where I'm going or with whom except these two people...I'll get to it later. I wrote this note around 9/21 after some freaky voicemail from Dad, whom I did not want to talk to or be found by,. I see that Monday or Tuesday tha I'd gotten calls from the local police so called them back and told them that it was okay to let my Dad know that I was alive and that it was just fine, even suggested that they go ahead and talk with my work but other than that, nobody else's business.
Here's the note, I had called out on 9/11 for 9/12 doctor apointment so my previous post is related.
Also, you might take this as a rant and it may look like one but damn near killing yourself to get away from someone and writing out some of what was going on is me writing it out as a reference.
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Here are some reasons for not telling my father where I was. Coming back after 10-14 hours at work and having left things fine to come back and pretty consistantly do another 4-5 hours AND try to eat.
I had called off of work and told him that. Told him I nearly blacked out upon getting up last Saturday. Neither he nor Joanne seemed to understand that I was angry to have to get up & take out the dog. I said then I didn't feel well but there I was, hobbling down the steps so doggy got out to go poop. Both following like kids. Before that I had already figured that with Dads' dementia there would be no chance I would trust either one with my life or care.
There are other things like being asked to start a chainsaw while I was still on the verge of blacking out and saying so.
Saying I needed the a/c because the heat & humidity were making me sick but having been told 'we' didn't need it..then fighting to keep it on, camping out in front of one just to get it comfortable that I could sleep, even with a fever. Except for police, I didn't feel it was anyone else's business where I went or with whom, I needed to get to the hospital 'NOW'.I didn't need Dad knowing where I was because he'd tell anyone who didn't need to know where I was. Yes, I mean scammers, I know he still wants that boat. One voicemail I should have saved makes it sound like they used a threat toward me. So, keep giving them info and he may get money. Here's another; Get me to move out and get money.
That one should sound vaguely familiar, 'If you move out, Linda may come back.'
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I'm in rehab until my IV antibiotics are done. There is no way I'd let Dad touch me or this to set it up or care for me, that's been settled and I would have been 'home' otherwise.
Sorry for the weird text or font..
One weird voicemail on Thursday 9/20 from Dad was that he thought he knew why I hadn't called or couldn't talk but couldn't talk about it right then.
9/21 had him leave me a message asking to have my car & truck keys sent 'home' and my car was supposedly in the way, He'd just move them when he got them as if it were no big deal. Uh, NO..no license, fucking up a driving test with my car last year made me say 'Never again.'
All that week I'd been having some panic or anxeity attacks at being found in the hospital or my phone would go off with the scammer calling it or the hospital. I went to the step of telling them to disable my room phone and blocking calls from Dad. I'm here, sick, and I don't need the stress.
So, imagine my shock when Dad walks into my room and wants my keys and I tell himmyself that he's not getting them because I figure he'll try driving it for his driving test even though I know one is virtual.
I told him he wasn't getting them because he doesn't have a license. So, he tells me that he'll just have it towed and I can pay the bill. This is mostly because f some small inconvenience to his GF, Joanne and I tell him that 'I'm sorry it's such an inconvenience to his GF.' Well, he didn't want her backing onto the front lawn anymore. I asked what's wrong with leaving someone alone to recover and get told; Nothing, it just might take a while and he didn't want to wait.
What? Okay, so if anything needs to be done in a hurry and he needs to do it we have to wait for possibly weeks or months but we have to hop right up -right now- if he wants something and then he MIGHT get off his ass and do what he was saying he'd do, again, days, weeks, months later..
Over the following week while I've been here I've gotten the car moved with help from friends. Anyone I've told this agrees that my father is out of control. I's now been a couple weeks since getting in here..
If you must know, Linda was another GF Dad had who ran away and Dad was convinced that with my not being here she would come back and I had to tell him; No, not as long as we're related.
You see, that didn't happen where she came back and he still blames me for that too. Refer to my LJ entries around '01-'05.. I think.
Point being, there's been so much BS that I can't let it go.