February 13, 2013
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He Made It
TALES FROM THE BRAT FARM
Yes, the Beast’s surgery was successful although some of his discharge instructions seem a bit more on the dire side. This time there are instructions that include possible signs of a heart attack. There’s medication he has been prescribed to prevent *another* (?) heart attack. It has me wondering just what exactly happened or that they found that made them suspect he had had a heart attack. This might explain the missed cardiologist appointment that I knew nothing about a few months back. A male friend of the Beast’s took him to the hospital and brought him home so I missed hearing what the doctor had to say at that time. I wasn’t cleared to drive then so I was really at the mercy of the Beast telling me what was going on. He didn’t.
This time, Sissy (a neighbor and one of the people who goes to the Beast’s church) wanted to take him because she knew I wasn’t feeling well (bless her heart). She’s really a very sweet woman and I love her mother (who is a down-to-earth cracker). She even went back after having something to eat and sat there and waited for him to come out of the anesthesia (and take his first pee!). They won’t let him go home until that happens.
He’s been complaining about tasting plastic in his mouth and he can smell it even. I told him they probably intubated him after he was sedated to give him oxygen because of the wheeze he has in his lungs. He said that would explain why they kept asking him to open his mouth wide with his head laid back. He had a feeling they were trying to see how big his throat was even though he hadn’t had that done to him before.
He’s weak, in pain, hungry (but feels like he wants to vomit every time he eats or drinks anything). I put out a glass of ice water for him and told him to sip it. I have to remember to ask the Princess to drop off a few straws for him to use for the next few days.
There’s trouble in Paradise. Buttmunch’s new hubby is sitting in jail in Danville, KY for beating up Buttmunch. Figures, doesn’t it? Now it’s a matter of what to do with Buttmunch. She can’t go back to Louisville and stay with Mustachio. The landlord told him that either she goes or he does. He’s spent a hell of a lot of money on her over the past couple of months, regardless, including putting all her furniture and boxes into storage once again. That required a truck rental, a couple strong guys and the cost of the storage unit. He sent Buttmunch and her hubby to IN twice (both times for funerals, verified by family members that called to let them know). He also gave them travel cash. I feel bad because I haven’t been able to help him out with our bills that we’ve had to pay the past couple months (house insurance, license tags, real estate taxes and car insurance).
So now Buttmunch becomes a family problem. What to do with her. She can’t come here, that much the Beast made clear to her already. She can’t stay with Mustachio. She can’t stay with Marcus Aurelius. She can’t stay with Sheepie. I told Mustachio that she’s wanted to go back to FL and we should all wish her well on that score. Throw in a couple bucks in a pot to help her along. Let her go stay with some of her old friends. Maybe find another bartending job where she’s known and loved. It might be just what the doctor ordered for her. She certainly can’t go back to the new hubby that’s physically abusive. No, no, no! What to do…what to do.
Well, love you all. I have to keep checking on the Beast. Funny thing, though. Baron actually chased me out of the room after I had brought the Beast a damp rag. I kid you not. It was like he had claimed the Beast as HIS to take care of. Too funny. Even the Beast laughed at that. I know if something happens, Baron will come get me. Right now, it’s like he knows the Beast must rest.
I’ll be praying for all of those affected by the severe weather up North. Please be careful and stay warm.
PS: For those of you that know Bratfink, you might want to check her blog for today. Sad events. http://planetbratfink.blogspot.com/2013/02/our-surreal-day.html
Comments (5)
I think the well has run dry all over. I blew the last of my credit line repairing the car. Ran me $1500.00. Then we lost most of our tax refund this year (Can’t claim Doc or Aimee anymore). Plus my healthcare costs doubled this year, so my paychecks are smaller.
Love her to death, but she squandered every opportunity she had to get a job and get on her own 2 feet.
My mother is an ADULT. She took advantage of the opportunities set before her and dug her OWN hole. She will never get on her own two feet if everyone keeps bailing her out. I love her but she has got to do something for herself. She cannot have everyone else taking care of her for the rest of her life. That is all.
Trust me on this Sheepie, I haven’t bailed her out on anything because she IS an adult and it’s more than time for her to get on her own two feet. Uncle Mustachio, however, loves her and is afraid of what she could run into because she isn’t street smart like she thinks she is. She was…once upon a time but not in the last few years. She lost that advantage when she got lazy and selfish and inconsiderate of others AS YOU WELL KNOW. The streets are mean these days. All I would like is to see her SAFELY somewhere where she regains her confidence (and is considerate). You know…like she used to be once upon a time. Love you.
Does it bother anyone else that we seem to always be moving from one tragedy to another?
I’d love to have just one small slice of time where everyone isn’t having a fricken crises.
LOL….I totally agree with you, son. Next we’ll be hearing from the Golden child and the idea of that scares the hell out of me. But the chances of that happening are almost impossible, thank god.