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.
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