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I received the letter from the server farm saying thanks, but no thanks. I'm not surprised and luckily wasn't silly enough to get my hopes too high for it.
However, bad things happen in droves in my world. My mom told me that my maternal grandmother has cancer spots showing up in her lungs. We have to wait to see what the bone marrow test shows in order to get an idea of a life expectancy time frame. She's already gone through breast cancer (the whole shebang - chemo, surgery, etc.) and has been dealing with diabetes and weight gain for years. At her age now though, she isn't a good candidate for chemo, so regardless, it'll be a waiting game. And we've pretty much guessed that she's starting to get senile as she forgets so much stuff that gets told her multiple times.
It doesn't stop there. One of my mom's brothers who was recently staying with said grandmother decided (for the umteenth time in my life) to not take his anti-psychotic and anti-schizophrenic medications. Put those two together and, yep, you guessed it, he's back to being psycho-schizophrenic. There wasn't a single sentence that came out of his mouth at Christmas that was grounded in reality and he was a chattering fool all night. About one to two weeks ago he told my grandmother that he could chop off her head and no one would even know. She called the police, and they hauled him off. We found out after the fact that he had made other threatening comments to her, but the head choppy offy was the final draw. Believe it or not, this is all NORMAL for my family. Just at Thanksgiving dinner my aunt-in-law (married to a different uncle) was confused that the psycho uncle wasn't in a hospital. My mom's response was comical in nature, but actually intended as matter-of-fact. She said, "Nope, it's not that time of the year. It's usually about a two-year cycle and so far he's only been out of the hospital for about a year or so." She missed the mark, but only by a couple of months. I'm completely numb to the notifications that he's back in jail, which I always know will lead to the incompetent pleading and he'll be sent to Wichita Falls for a stint, but never for any real length of time. Only just long enough to force feed him pills and ship him back out.
Anyway, the point is that my mom and sane uncle have had to gather this weekend to meet with my grandmother and share the bad news of the lung cancer, plan out her move into a secured retirement facility, as well as to agree that the psycho uncle is on his own. The problem is that while g.ma is in the hospital my psycho uncle is scheduled to be released tomorrow from the jail because he's now on a waiting list for a bed in Wichita and the jail doesn't want to have to deal with him in the meantime. Mom has to go through the arduous process tomorrow morning of calling his case worker and explain that he has nowhere to go if they release him.
Tomorrow I'm back to combing the classifieds, going through all the stuff that I kidnapped from mom about our company and making sense of it for taxes, and trying to decide if I should go ahead and register for the last class that I need to take (a seat opened up) that is from 9:30-10am despite the fact that it's right smack dab in the middle of what would otherwise be prime work time given the fact that I don't have a job and am currently looking for one and have given up applying to grad schools for fall admission.
I'm tired...going to bed. There's plenty for me to deal with in the morning.
However, bad things happen in droves in my world. My mom told me that my maternal grandmother has cancer spots showing up in her lungs. We have to wait to see what the bone marrow test shows in order to get an idea of a life expectancy time frame. She's already gone through breast cancer (the whole shebang - chemo, surgery, etc.) and has been dealing with diabetes and weight gain for years. At her age now though, she isn't a good candidate for chemo, so regardless, it'll be a waiting game. And we've pretty much guessed that she's starting to get senile as she forgets so much stuff that gets told her multiple times.
It doesn't stop there. One of my mom's brothers who was recently staying with said grandmother decided (for the umteenth time in my life) to not take his anti-psychotic and anti-schizophrenic medications. Put those two together and, yep, you guessed it, he's back to being psycho-schizophrenic. There wasn't a single sentence that came out of his mouth at Christmas that was grounded in reality and he was a chattering fool all night. About one to two weeks ago he told my grandmother that he could chop off her head and no one would even know. She called the police, and they hauled him off. We found out after the fact that he had made other threatening comments to her, but the head choppy offy was the final draw. Believe it or not, this is all NORMAL for my family. Just at Thanksgiving dinner my aunt-in-law (married to a different uncle) was confused that the psycho uncle wasn't in a hospital. My mom's response was comical in nature, but actually intended as matter-of-fact. She said, "Nope, it's not that time of the year. It's usually about a two-year cycle and so far he's only been out of the hospital for about a year or so." She missed the mark, but only by a couple of months. I'm completely numb to the notifications that he's back in jail, which I always know will lead to the incompetent pleading and he'll be sent to Wichita Falls for a stint, but never for any real length of time. Only just long enough to force feed him pills and ship him back out.
Anyway, the point is that my mom and sane uncle have had to gather this weekend to meet with my grandmother and share the bad news of the lung cancer, plan out her move into a secured retirement facility, as well as to agree that the psycho uncle is on his own. The problem is that while g.ma is in the hospital my psycho uncle is scheduled to be released tomorrow from the jail because he's now on a waiting list for a bed in Wichita and the jail doesn't want to have to deal with him in the meantime. Mom has to go through the arduous process tomorrow morning of calling his case worker and explain that he has nowhere to go if they release him.
Tomorrow I'm back to combing the classifieds, going through all the stuff that I kidnapped from mom about our company and making sense of it for taxes, and trying to decide if I should go ahead and register for the last class that I need to take (a seat opened up) that is from 9:30-10am despite the fact that it's right smack dab in the middle of what would otherwise be prime work time given the fact that I don't have a job and am currently looking for one and have given up applying to grad schools for fall admission.
I'm tired...going to bed. There's plenty for me to deal with in the morning.
