What a Party

My main purpose today appears to be serving as that person who makes you grateful for your life because at least you're not me.

First, the good news. The only good news. My foot pain, which was pretty minimal anyway, is greatly reduced. My hip has decided to accept that it's a beast of burden and get over itself and thus, my pain there is better now.

So. The shit show. 

Parent was due to be charged by police with one thing.

Then got arrested for something else and is in jail as I type. Yes, they kept going after the last post. 

In three days, they had three citations or charges or arrests with the police. One a day.

Hello, Bottom. How are you?

There are eight of us in my family working on this. Eight people. 

Funny how everyone ends up in the side car for an addict's trip to Bottomsville, isn't it?

At least we're all pulling together pretty well and delegating the work halfway decently. We don't suck. We could do group projects in college and get As.

Ultimately this is good, but in the most awful way. Now that the fire has actually flamed instead of throwing occasional sparks, maybe we can DO something about it.

But of course, it's never that easy.

We were thinking there'd be a DUI type charge, the typical addict stuff, but that was naive. My parent, ever the overachiever, managed to do worse (but didn't hurt or kill anyone which is good).

The legalities are extra advanced now.  (Although I think the medical exam is probably going to find some things going on. I suspect this isn't all addiction, or if it is, it's reached the stage where it's seriously damaged organs and they'll probably be released or plea bargained out due to their medical state and age.)

Also, there's bomb threats and violence by the jail, which is complicating everything. Court isn't in session. Things are on Zoom. Nothing's moving efficiently. Good luck bailing anyone out.

We don't want to bail them out actually--this is not our first addiction rodeo--but there are some legal advantages to that and health concerns at the moment so...

But good luck getting through the absolute chaos around the jail system though.

APS continues to not answer their phone. Lawyers don't answer their phones either. 

You know how you're supposed to call around and find the best expert? Ha. That's dead. Now the best lawyer or whatever expert is the one who answers the damn phone.

I've picked up my parents' dog and hoping my other dogs will accept them. My stepparent still recognizes them so I'm trying to make it possible for the dog to visit them in memory care. The dog seems sweet so I hope it works out.

Meanwhile ALSO trying to coordinate the next step now that medication #13 is failing the teen. Got a same day emergency appointment squeezed in between spurts of chaos. They actually gave us an urgent referral which resulted in a next day appointment with yet another (omg) specialist. The next specialist was on it. Called us immediately.  We've got the referral to the out-of-state specialty clinic as well. Different specialties because this is one that can span multiple specialists. 

Oh, and we're back knocking on genetics door. This also needs to be screened for genes apparently.

And then I was getting calls on my last imaging thing in between all the above. The hinky thing will need a 6 month follow up ultrasound and I was told to see someone else for the grapefruit because they don't think it's related to the body parts their specialty looks at.

So now I gotta bounce to PCP because I don't actually know what the next specialty is. So it's a displaced sign of a problem in another spot. Or my doctors are bad. Or I need an MRI because that's trending for me a lot anymore. I don't know. Maybe it's my hip??? Like, that whole side is swollen around the whole joint, but grapefruit is a grapefruit...it's large and weird and elsewhere. I don't know, man. I just don't even know anymore.

OMFG. The medical stuff is an perpetual motion hydra. Every time I turn around, there's fifteen new heads.

And then work. Which, I screwed up a whole thing while all the above was spinning. Not a huge deal. Fixable. But public and annoying.

Rights sale meet went well. I'm going to get an offer. Not sure if I'll take it. Need to see the money. (Although at this point, I can't be picky because I have to give lawyers all my money now.) 

The whole time I was talking to them, I was getting phone calls and texts about my parents. The whole time. God. That was stressful.

Probably hundreds of texts today. Dozens of phone calls.

I'm going to spend the rest of what's left of the day (obv this is posting in the am but I wrote it day of time of) disassociating online and probably eat too much sugar. I'm not much of an emotional eater--normally I am a stress cleaner--but I can't walk, and for this shit ball of stress...oh yeah. I'll feed it some sugar. 

WTAF.