Win some, lose some
Mixed bag entry. Good news first, I suppose.
Had another follow up regarding my ankle/tibia/stealth staph infection this afternoon. Another round of x-rays. EXCELLENT NEWS. The site looks clear AND! The bone has actually grown back a little. So I have most of my feeling back around the incision, no returned staph infection, and some regrown bone, which I was warned would probably not happen, since, you know, late 20s and all. I was not scheduled for another appointment. Doctor figures if it was going to come back, it'd be there by now, so unless the pain starts up again, I'M CLEAN.
Aaaand the other news.
Sunday was Mother's Day here in the US of A. It was also my grandmother's birthday. It was also the day my eldest uncle found his eldest daughter dead of a heroin overdose on the floor of my grandmother's guest room.
This story is incredibly stupid. My primary emotional response has been exasperation.
So my oldest cousin on my mother's side... never really did anything with her life. Addictions, you know? Abusive, manipulative relationships. Stealing. Such stealing. Stealing food, stealing jewelry, stealing cars (and totaling them - she'd already wrecked her own car and had her license revoked).... She had some good artistic skill, but she didn't seem to do much with it. She'd been freeloading at my grandmother's house for years, terrorizing both her father and our grandmother. Finally, FINALLY, Nana put her foot down, and then even later still, she agreed to go to rehab.
And she spent all three months there! Holy cow! She finished stage 1, but didn't feel quite ready for stage 2, so they agreed to put her back through stage 1 again, but they didn't have a room available, so she needed to go someplace she could be safe for a week. One. Stupid. Week.
So she went back to Nana's. And she was fine. Until Saturday. When one of her druggie junkie friends ("friends") came over.
This friend must have brought it with her. She shot herself up with black tar heroin and died in the night, with only the two dogs for company. Her dad went to wake her up in the morning, THE DAY BEFORE SHE WAS TO RETURN TO REHAB, and she was dead.
Who the fuck brings drugs into reach of someone actively trying to get through rehab and get their life? Who the fuck?
And of course Mom's out on her Grand Camper Adventure with my father, I'm sure it's no fun for her knowing she's stuck in the middle of nowhere while the rest of her family tries to deal with this.
Don't feel sad for me, I barely knew her. Both times I can recall meeting her were unpleasant. If you want to keep my uncle, his wife, their other daughter, and my grandmother in your thoughts, that would be... probably appreciated.
this is the second fucking time my grandmother has housed someone until their addictions killed them ffs.
So that's the news.
[Crossposted from DW. Comments:
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Had another follow up regarding my ankle/tibia/stealth staph infection this afternoon. Another round of x-rays. EXCELLENT NEWS. The site looks clear AND! The bone has actually grown back a little. So I have most of my feeling back around the incision, no returned staph infection, and some regrown bone, which I was warned would probably not happen, since, you know, late 20s and all. I was not scheduled for another appointment. Doctor figures if it was going to come back, it'd be there by now, so unless the pain starts up again, I'M CLEAN.
Aaaand the other news.
Sunday was Mother's Day here in the US of A. It was also my grandmother's birthday. It was also the day my eldest uncle found his eldest daughter dead of a heroin overdose on the floor of my grandmother's guest room.
This story is incredibly stupid. My primary emotional response has been exasperation.
So my oldest cousin on my mother's side... never really did anything with her life. Addictions, you know? Abusive, manipulative relationships. Stealing. Such stealing. Stealing food, stealing jewelry, stealing cars (and totaling them - she'd already wrecked her own car and had her license revoked).... She had some good artistic skill, but she didn't seem to do much with it. She'd been freeloading at my grandmother's house for years, terrorizing both her father and our grandmother. Finally, FINALLY, Nana put her foot down, and then even later still, she agreed to go to rehab.
And she spent all three months there! Holy cow! She finished stage 1, but didn't feel quite ready for stage 2, so they agreed to put her back through stage 1 again, but they didn't have a room available, so she needed to go someplace she could be safe for a week. One. Stupid. Week.
So she went back to Nana's. And she was fine. Until Saturday. When one of her druggie junkie friends ("friends") came over.
This friend must have brought it with her. She shot herself up with black tar heroin and died in the night, with only the two dogs for company. Her dad went to wake her up in the morning, THE DAY BEFORE SHE WAS TO RETURN TO REHAB, and she was dead.
Who the fuck brings drugs into reach of someone actively trying to get through rehab and get their life? Who the fuck?
And of course Mom's out on her Grand Camper Adventure with my father, I'm sure it's no fun for her knowing she's stuck in the middle of nowhere while the rest of her family tries to deal with this.
Don't feel sad for me, I barely knew her. Both times I can recall meeting her were unpleasant. If you want to keep my uncle, his wife, their other daughter, and my grandmother in your thoughts, that would be... probably appreciated.
this is the second fucking time my grandmother has housed someone until their addictions killed them ffs.
So that's the news.
[Crossposted from DW. Comments:
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