First, the easy and simple. Thank you so much for the comments and messages wishing me a speedy and easy recovery. Tomorrow is the three week mark from my surgery the first week of August, and I am doing really well. I had my first post op appointment on Friday, and I am officially cleared to work part time to 2/3 time (Good... I have been for a week and half) and am officially cleared to drive (Ahem... Have been for two weeks). I am walking, but I am not cleared to run. <<Grumble grumble>> If everything goes as well as it has, I will be cleared on my next appointment that is scheduled for the third week of September. I should be off all restriction then, and the doctor did increase my weight restriction to 15 pounds so I can pick up my biggest kitty.
Work is stressful as always, but this fell into a good time to do this. I will hit a busy period again at the end of September.
Life is complicated. I will not go into the full story here, but someone very close to me went missing last week, and long story short this person had attempted suicide and had crashed their vehicle, resulting in being picked up for DUI and then sent from jail after arraignment to a psych unit. I went from sobbing, sure this person had finally succeeded in ending their life to so relieved that they were okay my knees gave to absolutely so angry all in the span of a hellish morning... What a roller coaster this has been. I am going to visit this week, and hopefully I can help in figuring out a plan of action that incorporates many, many complicated factors.
So... My hoarding mother has continued her paranoid, intentionally cruel, and self absorbed ways. Here it is... FTMOAH. I would scream and cry if it were not so perversely funny. I have to laugh... So here it is...
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:::Ring ring ring:::
[Groggily] This is Lisabeth...
"OH! I thought your voicemail would get this... When you have a moment I need..."
Mother, nothing changes. I have been on call for 11 years solid, and intermittently since 1990. The phone rings, I answer it. That is how it works.
"Why do you sound so funny?"
I WAS ASLEEP! I was taking a nap! Remember, had major surgery a couple of weeks ago? WHAT DO YOU NEED?
"I need the corporate number for {the telephone company} and Walmart- IT IS AN EMERGENCY..."
[I looked it up on my smart phone and gave it to her, and ended the call].
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[Calling in the midst of the immediate aftermath of my friend's suicide attempt] "I don't want to burden you with my problems, but...."
[The short version is she believes hated neighbor now has kicked 3 of her 4 storm doors in making them unable to be opened, that he is coming in her house, and that he is going to kill her... And says that there are a lot of things she 'has not told me yet' and to call her when I have time. Yeah... Wait for that one!]
<<End Call>>
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[She has had some sort of rash on her legs, which she has been going to doctor to doctor, and she was convinced it was shingles, the doc in a box thought it was poison sumac, the dermatologist thought it was an allergy, and yet another doctor thought it was scabies which sent her into the stratosphere. I almost wish is was, just to give her a reality check.] "So I called the AARP tele-nurse and told her that I had the word ECZEMA come to me and she agreed that that could be it... I so HATE when I do that! [She is convinced she is psychic]. So I ..."
So, if that is the case can you tell me the winning Power Ball lottery numbers for tonight's 750 million dollar pot?
"You are a SMARTASS..."
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:::Ring ring:::
Yes?
"You know a lot of, um, shady people..."
WHAT? Seriously?
"Do you know any of your dad's friends that used to be cops?"
Because in your mind police officer is equated with shady people? Really, Mother? I have not lived in your area for 30 FREAKING YEARS. 30! And, anyone that dad associated with would be LONG retired, and almost all of his friends are dead. Those that are living are in their 70's and 80's....
"Oh... Well I need someone to watch things here, and stop this..."
<<End Call>>
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There has been a lot of other classist, racist, xenophobic crap that has come out of her mouth lately, but I will spare you that. One interesting tidbit is the hated neighbor is selling his house and I do not think she knows it yet. This should make her evolving narrative where the neighbor is her key antagonist take an interesting plot twist.
Hoarding... No one wins. No one. I am glad I have a lot of stretch and bend in me, because this has been a hell of a week. I suspect this next week is not going to be any easier.
Have a good week everyone. Stay safe out there. Thank you for reading.
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