Ecstatic but ruined
Had such a wonderful time with Trevor this weekend.
We talked alot, touched alot, kissed alot... did other things alot. It was really great.
We went to go see this movie, Cabin Fever. If you like bad movies the way we do, then this is the movie to see. It was so bad I think it was MEANT to be bad.
Then, Saturday mother called to say that while she was at work, Ft Lauderdale Police called to say they had my brother, she was to go pick him up.
Mom no sooner hung up the phone that the police were calling AGAIN to say to meet them at Broward General Hospital.
He's given up all wordly goods and will now live his life like Jesus did, including walking barefoot on the highway in Ft Lauderdale. Good idea (sarcasm)
OK, so... good, brother is in hospital now. Fabulous. It's what we wanted anyway.
Even though I am his guardian advocate, the hospital will not tell me what is going on or why the police even took him there in the first place. He IS over 18.
So... I get a small vacation away from his bible thumping and warding of the evil eye.
I'm a pagan, bro is.... Apistolic... however it's spelled.
When he is in these psychosis (psychosi?) he often sees messages in patterns. He threw out his blankets, sheets and pillow because he didn't like the design...
I get to dig through the trash to retrieve anything worthwhile and hide it in my closet till he comes OUT of the stage. It's not fun. Hmmm, let's see... what else? He hadn't ate in days. DID bathe though, cause you know you need to wash away DNA evidence so the FBI or CIA doesn't get it. Or something.
Still, *I* get to be the one who is the calm one. Huh? I get to be the peace-keeper. The babysitter... Ugh... I'm glad for this reprieve.
We talked alot, touched alot, kissed alot... did other things alot. It was really great.
We went to go see this movie, Cabin Fever. If you like bad movies the way we do, then this is the movie to see. It was so bad I think it was MEANT to be bad.
Then, Saturday mother called to say that while she was at work, Ft Lauderdale Police called to say they had my brother, she was to go pick him up.
Mom no sooner hung up the phone that the police were calling AGAIN to say to meet them at Broward General Hospital.
He's given up all wordly goods and will now live his life like Jesus did, including walking barefoot on the highway in Ft Lauderdale. Good idea (sarcasm)
OK, so... good, brother is in hospital now. Fabulous. It's what we wanted anyway.
Even though I am his guardian advocate, the hospital will not tell me what is going on or why the police even took him there in the first place. He IS over 18.
So... I get a small vacation away from his bible thumping and warding of the evil eye.
I'm a pagan, bro is.... Apistolic... however it's spelled.
When he is in these psychosis (psychosi?) he often sees messages in patterns. He threw out his blankets, sheets and pillow because he didn't like the design...
I get to dig through the trash to retrieve anything worthwhile and hide it in my closet till he comes OUT of the stage. It's not fun. Hmmm, let's see... what else? He hadn't ate in days. DID bathe though, cause you know you need to wash away DNA evidence so the FBI or CIA doesn't get it. Or something.
Still, *I* get to be the one who is the calm one. Huh? I get to be the peace-keeper. The babysitter... Ugh... I'm glad for this reprieve.