As you all know, I’ve had a rough few months….working too
many hours a week, my friend killing himself, my zio (Italian for uncle) being
diagnosed with three types of cancer; but there’s another drama that’s been
unfolding since December. Another uncle had freaked out about the school
shooting in Newtown, Ct (where his and his wife’s 3 kids go to school but were
thankfully sick that day). The trauma of being so close to tragedy pushed him
over the brink and triggered several mental disorders that were “stagnant”
(mental disorders sometimes need a catalyst, a trigger so to speak, to set off the
disorder). He’d been blackballed from the family, so his current wife called me
to see what I could do so I drove up there and spoke to their lawyers (very
rich couple). She and I went to court so I could have power of attorney of my
uncle’s mental health…..I’m in charge of approving or disapproving treatments
whether it’s meds or therapy. There have been several instances that I’d been
called at work by the psychiatrists to see what I would authorize while my
uncle is out of control and violent that I’ve told them to “sedate and restrain”
(give him a sedative and restrain him to the bed until I have a chance to call back OR I drive
up there). It’s gotten to the point where Auntie and I returned to court so she
could take care of the emergencies until I could be reached; to take care of
the emergencies that I was unavailable for, the answer is always sedate and restrain.
After work on Thursday the 13th, I drove
straight from work to Connecticut to have an extended stay up there and have
more one on one with the doctors and my uncle. Wednesday, the 19th, I
was heading to pack up some things to drive from Auntie’s and Uncle’s to head back home when I received a
call from the psych ward. After grabbing the last few things, I hopped into my
car and away I went to see what on earth Uncle was doing to cause trouble. He was
violent and belligerent; hitting staff with anything and everything. I got in
his face and didn’t step down; I was showing that I wasn’t afraid. When he
calmed down, I asked him what was wrong but he didn’t answer…..he was there
physically but not mentally. He chucked something at me and I blocked it for
the most part but it still hit me and it was thrown hard enough to leave a bruise on my right
cheek bone at the corner of my eye; despite blocking the best I could.
I authorized slightly higher dosages of certain meds
(primarily for mood behaviors which is what caused him to chuck something at
me) and concurred with the doctors that other meds remain the same until they
see if the higher doses of the other meds changed his mood.
I got home late at night, only getting 90 minutes of
sleep before having to get up to go to work on Thursday. I had enough drama
with my uncle but I knew I should’ve stayed home on Thursday. At least 2 of the
3 people sent home had been fired. Knowing that I get rude and disrespectful
when I’m lacking sleep, I kept to myself, not really talking to anyone unless
it was absolutely necessary.
Today, I received a text (while at work) from Auntie
explaining that Uncle received and took a medication that was meant for someone
else and his body was in distress; the head docs wanted to know what I wanted
to do. I replied to Auntie, telling her to have Uncle be sent to the ICU until
he was back in the clear.
After that, I was sent to another line at work. I ended
up working with my buddy, Bob, and a few other guys I know. We all talk and Bob
knows right away that something is wrong, D swings by and is telling us that
our line operator should know that the line is down and we replied that our
operator already is aware and is fixing the situation.
D then proceeded to talk about Bob being on one side of
me and another male coworker on the other side of me. I replied that all I need
is Johnny Depp and that I need to be locked in a room with the guy (although I wanted to
say that what I really wanted was to be locked in a room with D). D started the
conversation in a very sexual way, which was rather funny. Bob over heard the
conversation and tried his best to stay out of it but D dragged him into it. D
and Bob were talking about how long that they could last. I topped it. I said
that I could last ALL day. D didn’t believe me. I said to him that’s part of
the reason why I go through guys so fast (usually 2 to 3 days; 4 days max)….none
of them are capable of lasting an 1/8 of what I can last because I like a
challenge plus I have ADD. D asked me if I really could go all day. I winked
and told him “Try me!” If he could’ve blushed, he would’ve!
During the rest of the day, D couldn’t look at me
straight in the eye. I have no idea if he was embarrassed that I could out last
him or he was embarrassed by the conversation. Before he left for the rest of
the day, He told Bob to take care of his (Bob) girl…..Bob just laughed, I
rolled my eyes.
I’m half tempted to go up to D on Monday and tell him
that I’m not Bob’s girl….Bob and I go after the same type……men.
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