Dave
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Ever have one of those weeks where things just don't go as you'd planned? Well, that's my week in a nutshell. So here it is.
Dave's Week: A Retrospective
Monday: First, I was the only person who had to get up. I hate that. Kerri is still out of work and since there was no school Sammi got to sleep in also. The day itself was uneventful, but on the way home there was a huge *ker-THUNK* from the front of the car. Uh oh. I was unable to take it to the mechanic because they were closed but it was drivable if not stealthy. In fact, driving makes a God-awful racket.
Tuesday: Worked from home as Kerri needed to use the car and mine got taken to the mechanic. I discovered that it was probably the swaybar and holy crap I was right!! Mechanic said it would cost about $100...he hoped. But that's not what made Tuesday special. That was Patti.
Now, for those of you who don't know, Patti is the name of my ex-finacee. We were high school sweethearts and she moved to California to be with me when I was in the Marines. I had orders to go to Hawaii and if she wanted to go with me she'd have had to be my wife. So we started making plans to marry. Fast forward to early 1987. I came home from work one day...and she was gone. I basically shut down and didn't wake up for at least 2 years. I got out of the marines, I let me hair grow long and I just moped, working mindless and pointless jobs just to pass the time. Found out later that she had had a baby. The father was her sister's platonic roommate.
So Tuesday out of the blue I get a Facebook message from her. My Facebook is not set for private so anyone can post. Here is the (slightly edited) texts.
Wednesday: Most of Wednesday was really nice. until Wednesday night. My wife's best friend is named Mary. Now, Mary is always down in the dumps and talks....really....slow....For a while now Kerri has been ignoring Mary's calls as she doesn't want to deal with the drama or depression. And now we know why she was like this.
Mary has been suffering for years with migraines. She's seen several doctors trying to get help and has been given more and more and more pain medication to mask the pain. I'm talking hydrocodone, oxycontin, mescaline...Folks, she's on over 30 medications every day. She was the way she was because she was stoned and addicted to the narcotics.
Wednesday night the blood clot in her brain which had been growing for years - apparently undetected by the slough of doctors who had examined her - finally pushed her over the edge and she had an aneurysm. She's currently in a medically induced coma and has very little brain activity. They think even if she does wake up again she'll at least have totally lost her memory and more than likely be a total vegetable. She's on life support right now and had she signed an NDR they wouldn't even have bothered to do that as they think she is that far gone. End Wednesday.
Thursday: So Thursday I AGAIN worked from home as the car is still in the shop and Kerri needed the other one to go back to the hospital. Now, Mary has 5 kids (ages about 14 to 21 or so) and an ex-husband. She has a mother, father and two siblings. She's in the hospital in a coma and is not expected to every be able to take care of herself again (if she does make it).
Kerri was the only person there with her.
Now we start getting into the politics of it all. Her ex doesn't want her family to take over anything and the oldest child - who is the next of kin thanks to the divorce - doesn't want to make any decisions. She "can't handle it." So the ex took them to an attorney and has gotten it set up so that the kids have to form a committee which must unanimously agree on anything before it can be done. If there are any disagreements it has to go to arbitration. This is basically the dumbest thing I've ever heard of. Tell the oldest daughter life sucks, but it's time to step up and be a fucking adult.
So now there's a war brewing over whether to take her off of life support, who will manage the life insurance money, etc. etc. etc.
Meanwhile, Kerri is in the room with Mary reading to her and talking. End Thursday.
Friday: Today remains to be seen. I know my car is done and it's going to be $80 which is nice. Thankfully I've pretty much taken my son's paycheck to take care of it. I got a ride to work so Kerri could go back to the hospital. I have a couple of meetings this afternoon on my duties for the parking lot attendant job and also for a mentoring program I'm joining for underprivileged kids. We'll see how that turns out.
So there you have it. That's my week.
How's yours?
Dave's Week: A Retrospective
Monday: First, I was the only person who had to get up. I hate that. Kerri is still out of work and since there was no school Sammi got to sleep in also. The day itself was uneventful, but on the way home there was a huge *ker-THUNK* from the front of the car. Uh oh. I was unable to take it to the mechanic because they were closed but it was drivable if not stealthy. In fact, driving makes a God-awful racket.
Tuesday: Worked from home as Kerri needed to use the car and mine got taken to the mechanic. I discovered that it was probably the swaybar and holy crap I was right!! Mechanic said it would cost about $100...he hoped. But that's not what made Tuesday special. That was Patti.
Now, for those of you who don't know, Patti is the name of my ex-finacee. We were high school sweethearts and she moved to California to be with me when I was in the Marines. I had orders to go to Hawaii and if she wanted to go with me she'd have had to be my wife. So we started making plans to marry. Fast forward to early 1987. I came home from work one day...and she was gone. I basically shut down and didn't wake up for at least 2 years. I got out of the marines, I let me hair grow long and I just moped, working mindless and pointless jobs just to pass the time. Found out later that she had had a baby. The father was her sister's platonic roommate.
So Tuesday out of the blue I get a Facebook message from her. My Facebook is not set for private so anyone can post. Here is the (slightly edited) texts.
So the woman who broke my heart, ripped it out of my chest and stomped all over it...doesn't remember any of it. My guess is she saw my picture and it was powerful enough to trigger a memory, even though she doesn't know exactly what or why. She knows I meant something to her but she can't say what. She doesn't remember any of the bad things she did or even that we were engaged to be married. I'm okay with that. Telling her how it really was benefits nobody.
Wednesday: Most of Wednesday was really nice. until Wednesday night. My wife's best friend is named Mary. Now, Mary is always down in the dumps and talks....really....slow....For a while now Kerri has been ignoring Mary's calls as she doesn't want to deal with the drama or depression. And now we know why she was like this.
Mary has been suffering for years with migraines. She's seen several doctors trying to get help and has been given more and more and more pain medication to mask the pain. I'm talking hydrocodone, oxycontin, mescaline...Folks, she's on over 30 medications every day. She was the way she was because she was stoned and addicted to the narcotics.
Wednesday night the blood clot in her brain which had been growing for years - apparently undetected by the slough of doctors who had examined her - finally pushed her over the edge and she had an aneurysm. She's currently in a medically induced coma and has very little brain activity. They think even if she does wake up again she'll at least have totally lost her memory and more than likely be a total vegetable. She's on life support right now and had she signed an NDR they wouldn't even have bothered to do that as they think she is that far gone. End Wednesday.
Thursday: So Thursday I AGAIN worked from home as the car is still in the shop and Kerri needed the other one to go back to the hospital. Now, Mary has 5 kids (ages about 14 to 21 or so) and an ex-husband. She has a mother, father and two siblings. She's in the hospital in a coma and is not expected to every be able to take care of herself again (if she does make it).
Kerri was the only person there with her.
Now we start getting into the politics of it all. Her ex doesn't want her family to take over anything and the oldest child - who is the next of kin thanks to the divorce - doesn't want to make any decisions. She "can't handle it." So the ex took them to an attorney and has gotten it set up so that the kids have to form a committee which must unanimously agree on anything before it can be done. If there are any disagreements it has to go to arbitration. This is basically the dumbest thing I've ever heard of. Tell the oldest daughter life sucks, but it's time to step up and be a fucking adult.
So now there's a war brewing over whether to take her off of life support, who will manage the life insurance money, etc. etc. etc.
Meanwhile, Kerri is in the room with Mary reading to her and talking. End Thursday.
Friday: Today remains to be seen. I know my car is done and it's going to be $80 which is nice. Thankfully I've pretty much taken my son's paycheck to take care of it. I got a ride to work so Kerri could go back to the hospital. I have a couple of meetings this afternoon on my duties for the parking lot attendant job and also for a mentoring program I'm joining for underprivileged kids. We'll see how that turns out.
So there you have it. That's my week.
How's yours?
Here's to a relaxing weekend for you, I hope I hope I hope...
