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I'm at a loss. I'm being hit up for money again! I've given this kid $600; Dad gave her $2,000. Yes, that's two thousand. Now they want me to give them $20 for gas. Really? Why can't you all pay for it since the boyfriend has a job with the coal mine now? Or was that bullshit? I'm kind of fed up with it. The kids DAD called my Dad yesterday to ask for money. WTF? He and his wife (my cousin) both get disability (her's is legit, his I'm not so sure about). They have HUD housing. I've been told they both gamble. That's the RUMOR. I don't know. I'm tired of being a bank to people who won't pay me back. I think that's what bugs me. They're asking to BORROW money not just have. Of all the people who BORROW money from me, my friends pay me back. My family (save for my favorite aunt) don't. My cousin JDS owes me at least $3,000. I don't know how much my Dad let him BORROW. Yes, I lend money without expecting it back. I know that usually I won't get it back. However, when a person repays me, I view that as a measure of how much they care about me. I give them the money and then they pay me back both out of kindness and respect for one another. That's love, folks. The really weird thing is only my mom's side of the family ask for money. Some of my paternal side of the family are in conditions just as bad but they don't ask. Not sure if it is pride or they just are better at budgeting. But I don't want to encourage them, either.
Speaking of Dad's family. My aunt RMC is in the hospital. She's not been well for at least 15 years. She has a lot of problems. She has depression with some schizophrenic aspects (almost like dementia if you ask me) and she is on a butt-ton of meds. She's been ill lately as has her boyfriend, CN. (A man I view as an uncle even though they aren't official.) I'm not sure of all the specifics but she was sick. Went to stay with her son, RC, and his family. She got better, came home, got worse, went back to RCs. (Her boyfriend is at his home being cared for by his brother. He hurt his foot/leg and can't get around.) She got REALLY bad feeling very faint with a high temp so RC took her to the ER. She has an evil UTI and low hemoglobin and hematocrit. She's getting transfusions so that she can undergo various 'scopies to find and cauterize the bleed. Evidently, one (or more) of her medications can cause erosion of the lining of the GI tract. Or she could have an ulcer. Of course, me being the tech, I automatically wonder if she is getting sepsis due to the high fever. I've seen it at work. *Sigh* RMC was born before Dad, like just a year or two.
All the more reason to go visit soon as I can. I plan on going down in September. I had wanted off in August but was turned down. Turns out everyone in the lab is on vacation in August. It's really nuts. Anyway, I will be venturing south for the Mothman Festival. This is mostly because I want to get photos of the statue as well as get something for next year's Fur The More convention since it's theme is cryptozoology. (I'll donate it to the charity auction.)
I tried to take a mini-vacation last weekend. I often find that just going to a hotel is revitalizing. I booked a room at the Hampton Inn just five miles down the interstate. I even did some "sight seeing" in the town by going into a few of the antique shops. I bought a hand turned crochet hook at one and then went across the street to buy two quilts. The smaller quilt is white with pretty hand-embroidered flowers on it. It's about a twin size. The larger one is pink with white squares that have birds and flowers hand-stitched on them. That one is all hand sewn, too. The small one has some machine sewing on it. Yes, I can tell the difference. Anyway, the mini-vacay didn't work. Still feeling bleargh. Third shift takes the life out of you. I've been dealing with depression and grumpy guts for about two weeks now.
Well, I best go.
Speaking of Dad's family. My aunt RMC is in the hospital. She's not been well for at least 15 years. She has a lot of problems. She has depression with some schizophrenic aspects (almost like dementia if you ask me) and she is on a butt-ton of meds. She's been ill lately as has her boyfriend, CN. (A man I view as an uncle even though they aren't official.) I'm not sure of all the specifics but she was sick. Went to stay with her son, RC, and his family. She got better, came home, got worse, went back to RCs. (Her boyfriend is at his home being cared for by his brother. He hurt his foot/leg and can't get around.) She got REALLY bad feeling very faint with a high temp so RC took her to the ER. She has an evil UTI and low hemoglobin and hematocrit. She's getting transfusions so that she can undergo various 'scopies to find and cauterize the bleed. Evidently, one (or more) of her medications can cause erosion of the lining of the GI tract. Or she could have an ulcer. Of course, me being the tech, I automatically wonder if she is getting sepsis due to the high fever. I've seen it at work. *Sigh* RMC was born before Dad, like just a year or two.
All the more reason to go visit soon as I can. I plan on going down in September. I had wanted off in August but was turned down. Turns out everyone in the lab is on vacation in August. It's really nuts. Anyway, I will be venturing south for the Mothman Festival. This is mostly because I want to get photos of the statue as well as get something for next year's Fur The More convention since it's theme is cryptozoology. (I'll donate it to the charity auction.)
I tried to take a mini-vacation last weekend. I often find that just going to a hotel is revitalizing. I booked a room at the Hampton Inn just five miles down the interstate. I even did some "sight seeing" in the town by going into a few of the antique shops. I bought a hand turned crochet hook at one and then went across the street to buy two quilts. The smaller quilt is white with pretty hand-embroidered flowers on it. It's about a twin size. The larger one is pink with white squares that have birds and flowers hand-stitched on them. That one is all hand sewn, too. The small one has some machine sewing on it. Yes, I can tell the difference. Anyway, the mini-vacay didn't work. Still feeling bleargh. Third shift takes the life out of you. I've been dealing with depression and grumpy guts for about two weeks now.
Well, I best go.