Last month, my 32-year-old brother-in-law was hospitalized for the second time this year for IV-drug-relation blood infections. The first hospital stay involved 8 weeks to clear up sepsis.
This time, he had open-heart surgery to replace two valves that were corrupted by the bacteria. He had several small strokes where parts of the infection traveled to his brain, causing him to black out.
He’s staying with his mother now, recovering from the surgery. And in today’s newspaper, I just read that what he told his family was an effort to sell his gaming system that went wrong in May is now actually a drug deal that went wrong. BIL tried to sell fentanyl, drove his truck to chase after a car at over 100 mph, stopped in front of it in the road, and then rammed the car repeatedly.
He is now being charged with felony intent to distribute a controlled substance, harassment, reckless endangerment, criminal mischief, among other things.
My heart is breaking. I don’t know how this will ever turn into anything good for the man.
Please no personal replies or PMs. Just wanted to get this off my chest.
My son’s psychiatrist moved to Massachusetts, but he will keep seeing DS virtually. But DS needs an injection every six months. For various reasons, it’s not working for us to meet up with the doctor in time. So I called my PCP’s practice last MONDAY to see if they could administer the shot. I followed up several times without success. Late FRIDAY afternoon, someone called and said they had to get management’s approval to do it, but “management has already left for the day.” OMG, I had to hold my tongue.
Late today, a full seven days after I started this process, word came down from On High that they cannot give my son the shot. It’s a frigging injection, not brain surgery. The psychiatrist is going to see if he can get hold of the CEO of the practice and change his mind - he said he’s had to do that with other hospitals/companies in the past. Why is EVERYTHING a fight? And I hear this from caregivers of mentally ill people All.The.Time.
UPDATE: The doctor is coming up to Maine this weekend, while my husband and I are away. He said he will stop by my son’s apartment on his trip up and give him the injection. The man is a saint.
He’s also going to lean on my PCP’s practice to administer the injection in the future if necessary.
Is there some reason why your business uses a different phone number every time you call me? I have you saved in my contacts with at least five numbers. Today, I got a call from a sixth number. Ridiculous.
Hopefully not considered political in a partisan way, but today I cried a little watching an Instagram post by a TN voter crying in her car because of the massive early voting turnout we are having in Nashville (I experienced some of what she described with long lines last week). We have the lowest voter turnout in the nation, so seeing people want to engage with our election system is heartening. My undergrad major was political science, so I’m a dedicated voter and love to see engagement from everyone eligible to vote.
I also cried last week when I saw a clip from one my absolute favorite shows ever, The West Wing, about Election Day and the prank Toby played on Josh. It’s the 25th anniversary of TWW, so lots of clips on Twitter over the last month or so. They make me happy.
Last week it was the parking lot person- today it’s the gym: entire empty row of bicycles and you plop down next to me. If I wasn’t halfway done with my time on here I’d move. Instead I put a mask on. Seeing more of them these days anyway.
Edit: someone then came and sat on the other side of me. Rest of the long row remains empty. I moved.
I don’t care about the thing you care about and it’s really difficult to pretend I do. I think your priorities are misguided and it’s negatively affecting the team’s productivity and dynamics.
The injectable med still hasn’t come in to the pharmacy. The employee said the med company changed the process for ordering without telling them, then they canceled the order! So the pharmacy insisted that they overnight the med instead of sending it 3-5 business days. It SHOULD come tomorrow. What a pain this has been.
Well ain’t karma a wench?
Karma came back to you in the most horrible of ways. I wouldn’t wish that upon anyone. Unfortunately it was ramping up to that.
Your family was making money, hand over fist, and yet you took and abused the state services that you knew you could afford through your insurance and personal funds. So you set up your two daughters for mental health funding, as well as for yourself. Saved a ton of money not paying their tuitions.
Then, you said I should do the same thing. One, I’m not gonna lie. Everybody has their moments, and when I told you that those services are set up for people who don’t have the means, you just laughed at me.
I’m not gonna beg my psych friends to take you on as a pro bono case. I’ve already referred you. Use your medical insurance!
For most of my young life, I was low income and worked multiple jobs just to survive. I didn’t take advantage of the few services available because someone else may have needed them more. That’s what we do in the ‘hood and in communities that care.
Ds2 and his gf jumped on tix from his older brother to the Eras Tour when his brother and wife decided not to go. Ds2 didn’t think through how expensive/unavailable rooms would be on such late notice. They found a questionable motel well out of town. I put out a call on FB to friends and on ds1’s college parent page and got two hits! People who we’ve never met are willing to open their homes to these two “kids.”
I truly believe that if you are a good person and are willing to open yourselves up to people and experiences, kind people will respond in kind.
ETA: And I know this to be true, because some people here have put up this same kid on a cross-country trip years ago.
Is it the death knell for aircraft assembly in WA? You gave a pension up in another contract & no one else gets one. Why do you think you’re special?
We’ve made more on our 401ks every year since retirement from that company than we get on our pensions.
After her second seizure in two months, my dear friend found out on Sunday she has a brain tumor. Yesterday the neurosurgeon said she would need open cranial surgery within the month, and could not guarantee that it would not impact her language skills.
I have been crying hard off and on after getting off the phone with her this morning. I can only image what she is feeling, let alone her husband and her daughter who is in the throes of applying to colleges.
Again, please no PMs or replies. Just trying to process.