Oh, Plei. That is so much that is so hard.

Oh, Plei. That is so much that is so hard.

And that's as close to an elevator pitch version as I can even get! If I had a lot of money, like, multimillions, not just a few million, I would be throwing it at lawyers so fast.

You can barely walk into the house now because of the piles of boxes (and the still-in-a-box bike) from her manic spending. And I do mean manic. I suspect mood stabilizers would do her a world of good, but she screamed at me (both real screaming and FB message screaming) when I suggested she might look into the possibility of being bipolar. "I'M JUST DEPRESSED! YOU AREN'T A DOCTOR, SO STOP SAYING I MIGHT BE BIPOLAR!" as if potentially being Bipolar Type 2 is some huge insult (I found her taking it as an insult to be insulting, given that I kept telling her that, I, her blood relative, found SSRIs and the like far less effective than a mood stabilizer, which I am on because my pdoc treats depression mixed with severe anxiety as BP2 with a lot of success).

I'm trying to avoid talking about it as much as I can, as actually looking at it head-on makes me want to curl up in a ball and hide for all eternity, but man. It sucks.

I'm so sorry, Plei. That's hellish, and you deserve a break and some peace. Hugging you from here.

I'm trying to avoid talking about it as much as I can, as actually looking at it head-on makes me want to curl up in a ball and hide for all eternity, but man. It sucks.

That's fair. I don't need details to know that I am On Your Side whatever that may mean

Timelies all!

Happy Birthday Laura!

Hugs and ~ma for all dealing with parental care issues.

In house news, we finally have a functioning sink in the kitchen. Now we need to unpack the metric buttload of boxes in the living room and basement.

I'm trying to avoid talking about it as much as I can, as actually looking at it head-on makes me want to curl up in a ball and hide for all eternity, but man. It sucks.

My heart hurts for you, and all of you dealing with family heartaches. All I can offer is virtual hair pats, martinis, hugs, or an empathetic ear as needed.

Ahahahaha. My mother just called, no doubt meaning well, to try to get me to...take my sister's side? Accept her reality? (Did I mention my mother has "mild cognitive decline"? There's that, too.) And maybe if I hadn't been on the phone with her husband when the shit hit the fan (as in, mid-conversation about next steps in trying to get her healthy when she called from the hospital saying she was checking herself out), I'd buy some of it, but I was, and I can't, and now I think my mom's mad at me, and anyhow, fuck everything.

I truly hate this so much. There is no way to solve it without making things worse or breaking relationships completely. There might as well be no way to solve it, period. My chronically ill sister also apparently doesn't have insurance now because...hell if I know. Balls, they got dropped. Probably by her. If I had the money to just hire people to untangle the clusterfuck, I would, but I am not a person with unclusterfuck money. And unclusterfuck money can't fix a broken mind.

Listen, I have a great relationship with my family* & my brother & I have been each other’s rocks (he was out there for a 4 day weekend Jan 26 when it all went south. He left Feb 13.) AND IT’S STILL SO FUCKING HARD. Throw in difficult people, and …godamn. I’m sorry.

* mom & dad both got mad at me on multiple occasions. And I definitely got exasperated. But it blew over, it always will. I described myself as turning into a stepford wife crossed with nurse ratchet to my brother & he about peed himself laughing, it was so on the nose. I don’t think he’d seen that side of me. Nor me seeing how he manages mom so much better than I. I am so much like my dad in all the ways that rub her wrong, even after 58 yrs (but she’s used to it from him.) Way too direct.

It was a strange, illuminating, painful & scary time. And it will come again. And it’s not really over. I’m still outside myself. There are Things in a box on a shelf and I’m eyeing them warily. My life basically paused for 3 weeks and existed only in a space between Doña Ana county & the hospital.

Unfortunate cross post with you, Plei.