Originally Posted by Douglas Warning: Spoiler! (Click to show)
A month or two back we offered to some friends of my wife's family from a few hours away that they could crash with us if they ever needed - the husband in the couple has an aggressive cancer and is dying and was said to maybe need to be in town for treatments.
Well, they took us up on it which would be ok except for two things:
1- This is the worst week ever.
2- the guy is off his rocker.
On 2, not sure if its the meds or his mental state as a result of the disease or the tumor or some combo action of factors but he is gone half mad. We are all up at 4am as my wife tries to help his wife calm him down (I'm awake and listening but staying out of it for now because I barely know them). They insisted on taking us to dinner tonight which was misery as he told everyone who would listen
I'm a soldier of god
I'm going to give [x] a hug when I get to heaven
I've been praying my whole life for god to fill me with the Holy Spirit and I'm so happy because just a few days ago he did
You know those terrorists? They are gonna get sorted out. We are going to find them and shoot their toes off. We are going to straighten out those motherfuckers
End of story. I've got a story. Oh, I can't remember. Next story. Your turn.
You know I'm a millionaire? I've got a million dollars and before I go I'm gonna give it all away.
[x] is never gonna have to work again. I'm gonna take care of them.
On and on. Tonight I guess he couldn't sleep and his mania is a little aggressive (tonight he keeps talking about the garden of Eden "you ready to go to the garden of Eden? I'm gonna push the button" (W. T. F. ) so his wife woke us, crying, not knowing what to do. Now there is an ambulance here. No clue what the fuck to do. I think we just have to stay up til it's time for them to go to the hospital in the morning.
On top of this this is the worst week ever. We are on a home and garden tour this weekend so prepping for 800+ people to come through our house and took a few days off to prep and clean but multiple work disasters mean I have to go in each of the next few days irregardless.
This is scary and awful and tragic and terrifying and could not possibly be more inconvenient.
you're a good man to welcome them in your home, and it is truly a tough situation for the guy- those meds can really fuck you up big time. but if the situation gets worse, they should move to hospice care imo.
Originally Posted by Piobaire
What is intrinsically wrong with eating one meal a day?
sucks to drink on an empty stomach. duh.
Originally Posted by edinatlanta
I've spent two hours with wells fargo to learn my identity has been stolen.
sad to hear, ed.
wait, are you the real edina?