When I got hurt in Iceland, the emergency doctor gave me three doses of ketamine in about an hour. It was not scary, it totally ended the pain, and I haven't had an episode of black soul-sucking depression since then. Obviously I don't know how much they gave me in each dose, but given the effects I don't think it was entirely sub-psychedelic... ("Oh, wow, look at the lights! Wait, did we leave my feet in the other room?")

"Wait, did we leave my feet in the other room?"

"I'm sorry, ma'am, we had to leave something for the trolls."

Who knew trolls were into feet?

You're the one that got nommed on by a volcano.

Who knew volcanoes were into feet?

Icelandic trolls require volcano sacrifice.

If it's good enough for Idris it's good enough for trolls. And volcanos.

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Well, the situation with not!son is somewhat resolved for the time being. He decided to drive up north about 30-ish minutes last night (his license is suspended because of the DUI, and he already got pulled over driving without a license about a month ago), and got in an accident and then fled the scene. So he's in jail. His GF called Tim this morning, and she is pissed. She's not bailing him out, and told Tim that we shouldn't bail him out. And Tim said "What would be the point? He has nowhere to go once he's out."

This needed to happen. I cannot believe this man is 38 years old. He consistently makes decisions like he's 18.

I'm sorry, but yeah it would serve no purpose and be counter-productive to bail him out. I hope somehow it turns him in a better direction.

I've been holding tough with #1 son. He got a job, and lost it within 2 weeks. I patiently, yet repeatedly, let him know how he blew it. He had another job within minutes. I picked him up from the place he was fired and drove him to the new job. This was after he had messaged me that he was suicidal and couldn't talk to anyone but me and could I pick him up. By the time I got there (15 min) he had calmed down and had arranged another job. Fortunately he didn't break the windows in his nemesis' car while I was commuting there. He was proud that he controlled that impulse. He also lost his current housing arrangement the day before the job, but managed to find another couch while still seeking another roommate. Again, I was a good listener and made suggestions while never giving any possibility that my couch was an option. He will be 26 next week. He'll figure it out. But I should at least get pretty gray hair for the stress. I also told him I could cash his checks since he has no bank account, and he wisely asked if I could hold most of it for him and just give him enough for bus fare and food.

Apparently not!son has a court date this coming week, for the DUI. I think there's a 50-50 chance that he'll choose not to tell anyone about it, and assume that "they should just know" he's in jail and sort it out for him.

I'm pretty much over his bullshit at this point.