I'm deviating from my song titles and lyrics and devoting the theme of this post to a movie... if you haven't seen You, Me & Dupree yet, I encourage you to rent, Red Box, or Netflix it. It describes my life. D has a friend... he is our Dupree. Only not as cute. Or as funny.
He shows up daily, before I even get home from work. He expects to eat dinner here nightly... but doesn't offer to help cook, buy groceries, or clean up. He likes to claim to be "part of the family," yet he doesn't pull any weight around here. We store his extra "stuff" in our barn - for free. We let him keep his jet ski here - for free. All of this happened when he moved out of a neighboring rental house and into an apartment. He stores his lawn mowing equipment in our barn - you guessed it, for free. He "helps" D coach baseball, and bums rides to all the practices and games with us... yet never manages to help buy gas. He is single, he is employed (thanks to D getting him a job), and he mooches off of us. D and I have to tell him that we are going to bed at 9:00 to get him to leave by 10:00 in order to have ANY time together alone. Time alone for either of us happens at work.
I'm a little frustrated by him. This month, things are tight. Probably the tightest they've been in years for us. I am working daily, needing lunch for a change (when I stayed at home, I nibbled all day long). J is in ESP, which costs tuition plus field trip fees weekly. D still needs to eat while he's working. I am using three times as much gas driving J to the back-up site for ESP (no idea why our school isn't available again yet). All of this costs money. Money that, in theory, we are both earning. In reality, I do not get paid until the last business day of the month. And I'm having to feed ANOTHER grown man on my tiny food budget?!? As it is, I'm not sure what will happen next week when C is home from camp. I'm hoping he spends most of that time with D's parents, because he won't eat all vegetables and fruit like J will.
Off to tend the latest crisis... it appears that Daisy, our beagle, has had an anxiety attack or something worse.
20 July 2010
14 July 2010
If the one before was a bikini brief update, this must be the boxer brief version.
So, I meant to post on Sunday while I was home alone. Oops. Instead, I enjoyed the peace and silence of the empty house by not doing a single thing. It was lovely.
To elaborate on the goings on mentioned in the update:
C spent a month (four weeks) with his mother in North Carolina. Last week, during the fourth week there, she calls D and says we didn't send enough insulin. We sent all that we had, for starters, and it should have been ample insulin for a month. She then informs D that we owe her $155 (the copay for a three month supply). . . I'm sorry, what? Yeah. That same day, she calls and says C's blood sugar is high and he doesn't feel well. D starts trying to troubleshoot over the phone, but can't get straight answers. Fast forward to that night. She calls again. C is passing out and going in and out of consciousness and she can't get his blood sugar to stabilize. D tells her to take C to the E.R. Once at the E.R., they admit him and immediately transfer him by ambulance to another hospital 90 minutes away. They keep him for three nights. He was discharged the day before he was to come back to TN. He comes back and stays with D's parents, naturally, since he wasn't to be in our custody yet... I know, I know. We go through the supplies he has brought back. One vial of insulin (not the rest of the supply, which means we now have to pay FULL price for them, as the insurance will only provide one filling per three months), five sites, and 60 test strips. The sites need to be changed no later than every three days. We sent ten. He tests himself at least 5 times a day, more when he is high, and at least every time he eats. We sent 160. We can count. We counted when we packed his supplies to send. We know exactly how he ended up in the hospital.
C is now at camp... which she swore she was paying for this year. We paid for it. Again. He will be there all this week and all next week. Maybe when he comes home, he will no longer think that it is D's fault he ended up in the hospital. Because he thinks that, since she told him so. He told D on the phone from the hospital that it was his fault and he did not want to see him and for D not to come to the hospital at all. She also informed D in that same conversation (in front of C), that D is an asshole for not letting C chose where he lives. All of this should make the rest of summer break and the start of school just wonderful around here.
D's mother is undergoing chemotherapy. She's had two treatments. She has lost all of her hair. The tumors are responding and shrinking. Anytime anyone is around her and she doesn't like what they say, do, wear, etc, she tells them. She details why she doesn't like it, how it could be done better (her way), and why you're stupid for doing it your way. And if you get upset, she says that the "chemo makes [her] not care what you think." Sadly, chemo and cancer are NOT a license to be a bitch. And being that way to the people around you will make certain you're alone when you really need help. I refuse to be left alone with her. I will not have J around her without me. It's really gotten bad.
I started my job at the University. It's... a job. It's not glorious or glamorous, or even a whole lot of fun, but it's not boring. The benefits far outweigh the downsides. I like the people I work with, some more than others. I like being close to J's school and home. I like the hours. I will really like the paychecks (get paid monthly, so we're struggling through July to get to the first paycheck). Lots of good will come from this. If nothing else, I get to be an adult. It's a tough transition, though. I still really want to stay home in my pjs. I catch myself planning things, thinking "I can do that while D's a work tomorrow." Um, no. We work about the same hours. Technically, he's supposed to go in an hour before I do and get off an hour before I do, but we leave the house about the same time and get home about the same time, which works.
Anyway, it's time for fixing dinner and enjoying some time with my hubby.
To elaborate on the goings on mentioned in the update:
C spent a month (four weeks) with his mother in North Carolina. Last week, during the fourth week there, she calls D and says we didn't send enough insulin. We sent all that we had, for starters, and it should have been ample insulin for a month. She then informs D that we owe her $155 (the copay for a three month supply). . . I'm sorry, what? Yeah. That same day, she calls and says C's blood sugar is high and he doesn't feel well. D starts trying to troubleshoot over the phone, but can't get straight answers. Fast forward to that night. She calls again. C is passing out and going in and out of consciousness and she can't get his blood sugar to stabilize. D tells her to take C to the E.R. Once at the E.R., they admit him and immediately transfer him by ambulance to another hospital 90 minutes away. They keep him for three nights. He was discharged the day before he was to come back to TN. He comes back and stays with D's parents, naturally, since he wasn't to be in our custody yet... I know, I know. We go through the supplies he has brought back. One vial of insulin (not the rest of the supply, which means we now have to pay FULL price for them, as the insurance will only provide one filling per three months), five sites, and 60 test strips. The sites need to be changed no later than every three days. We sent ten. He tests himself at least 5 times a day, more when he is high, and at least every time he eats. We sent 160. We can count. We counted when we packed his supplies to send. We know exactly how he ended up in the hospital.
C is now at camp... which she swore she was paying for this year. We paid for it. Again. He will be there all this week and all next week. Maybe when he comes home, he will no longer think that it is D's fault he ended up in the hospital. Because he thinks that, since she told him so. He told D on the phone from the hospital that it was his fault and he did not want to see him and for D not to come to the hospital at all. She also informed D in that same conversation (in front of C), that D is an asshole for not letting C chose where he lives. All of this should make the rest of summer break and the start of school just wonderful around here.
D's mother is undergoing chemotherapy. She's had two treatments. She has lost all of her hair. The tumors are responding and shrinking. Anytime anyone is around her and she doesn't like what they say, do, wear, etc, she tells them. She details why she doesn't like it, how it could be done better (her way), and why you're stupid for doing it your way. And if you get upset, she says that the "chemo makes [her] not care what you think." Sadly, chemo and cancer are NOT a license to be a bitch. And being that way to the people around you will make certain you're alone when you really need help. I refuse to be left alone with her. I will not have J around her without me. It's really gotten bad.
I started my job at the University. It's... a job. It's not glorious or glamorous, or even a whole lot of fun, but it's not boring. The benefits far outweigh the downsides. I like the people I work with, some more than others. I like being close to J's school and home. I like the hours. I will really like the paychecks (get paid monthly, so we're struggling through July to get to the first paycheck). Lots of good will come from this. If nothing else, I get to be an adult. It's a tough transition, though. I still really want to stay home in my pjs. I catch myself planning things, thinking "I can do that while D's a work tomorrow." Um, no. We work about the same hours. Technically, he's supposed to go in an hour before I do and get off an hour before I do, but we leave the house about the same time and get home about the same time, which works.
Anyway, it's time for fixing dinner and enjoying some time with my hubby.
10 July 2010
Bikini Brief update
So much has happened, and I'm still so frustrated by it all I can't quite write about it yet. To recap briefly, C was hospitalized while with his mother, D's mom is using chemo as an excuse to be a bitch, and I started my job.
More tomorrow while D takes C to camp.
More tomorrow while D takes C to camp.
03 July 2010
brief update
I will try to post longer on Monday or Tuesday, but just a brief update: I like my job. The campus is all Pepsi, but I found one little quick mart that sells Coke - and it's right next door!
This weekend is going to be crazy. We've got our annual Fourth of July party Sunday, so we're getting everything ready for it today. D's aunt and uncle from Texas, cousin from VA, and grandfather from KY are all in town and coming to the party this year. With all of them here, his aunt and uncle in Nashville will likely join as well.
Side note on his mom: she's had one chemo treatment, and it is working. The doctor confirmed that the cancer is shrinking. YAY! Thank you, God! The bad news is that, either from stress of worrying about it happening or the chemo itself, her hair has started to fall out. She has been very worried about this since she was diagnosed, even though the doctors and techs all told her it may not happen and didn't typically start to happen until after the second treatment (which will be Tuesday for her).
I think I broke my toe at work. It was throbbing all night long and kept me from sleeping (hence why I'm blogging at 7:30 on Saturday morning). We'll see.
Unfortunately, I have work to do to get the house in shape. And I already want a nap!
This weekend is going to be crazy. We've got our annual Fourth of July party Sunday, so we're getting everything ready for it today. D's aunt and uncle from Texas, cousin from VA, and grandfather from KY are all in town and coming to the party this year. With all of them here, his aunt and uncle in Nashville will likely join as well.
Side note on his mom: she's had one chemo treatment, and it is working. The doctor confirmed that the cancer is shrinking. YAY! Thank you, God! The bad news is that, either from stress of worrying about it happening or the chemo itself, her hair has started to fall out. She has been very worried about this since she was diagnosed, even though the doctors and techs all told her it may not happen and didn't typically start to happen until after the second treatment (which will be Tuesday for her).
I think I broke my toe at work. It was throbbing all night long and kept me from sleeping (hence why I'm blogging at 7:30 on Saturday morning). We'll see.
Unfortunately, I have work to do to get the house in shape. And I already want a nap!
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