My phone started blowing up mid-morning, and when I checked there was a group text Hubby's sister had sent out and many people responding to it. Her daughter died this morning, from what appears to be mishandling of her prescriptions. She had a habit of taking three or four instead of one, and she got several psych drugs refilled yesterday. I think it was accidental, because the police found a container of melting ice cream on her desk next to her body, which had fallen out of her chair.
SIL is devastated, of course. She has close friends with her, so she's well taken care of. I had lunch with her and her best friend. She was already planning to move to Salt Lake City, so I don't have to worry if she can afford to live somewhere without her daughter's income (they lived together). So my day was different than planned.
Oh, man, Connie, I'm sorry. That's terrible.
Not petty, -t. Grrr.
I am so sorry, Connie. What a nightmare for SIL.
Oh, Connie, that's terrible.
Progress.
I'm trying not to respond with a cheesy Jemma Simmons quote here.
-t, I for one, would like to thank you.
As an aside, does anyone have a couple million bucks I could um...borrow? I would let you come and visit me, I promise.
It doesn't have the lovely grounds, but I could host more people here. [link] Maybe we need a handful of regional homes.
I'm so sorry for this heartbreak, Connie. How your SIL must be aching.
You're very welcome, aurelia.
I need Buffista Island now more than ever. Or one of those villages in Italy.
Damn, it's been quiet in here - more than 12 hours without a post?
I felt like one more post about how hard it was to drag myself out of bed wasn't needed. But I'm at work now so I'm ready to chat about not-work at the drop of a hat...
