Allow me to repeat myself from a previous post...

AGH!
AGH! AGH! AGH!

Where is that freaking barn door?
I NEED to kick the stupid thing to splinters!

The latest horror visited upon me and mine?
My grandson Damien has a MRSA infection.
His mother (DD1) just discovered that the landlord changed all the locks
while she was out tending to Damien.
So far as she knows there is no especial reason for the landlord to have
done this, but he has been acting "kind of creepy" around her lately.
Apparently he was extra creepy when she called him to ask what was going
on.

Yes she has a lawyer she can call, and has promised to do so first thing
in the morning.

Obviously she can't come stay with us right now.
The only other person who is willing and able to take them in on such
short notice is that drunken abusive &^*^&(*&*&* that calls himself
Damien's father.
Because of the infection she can't even go to one of the few shelters in
this county.

The doctors hope the infection is under control.
The poor mite has been cut and drained, and bandaged, and has to take
some seriously high powered antibiotics. His doctor is pretty sure the
infection is still confined to the skin.
His mom has already been in touch with one of the local charities and
gotten all the things she needs to tend him properly, at least until she
can get the things she already has out of her apartment.

This evening is the first time I have heard about the infection.
I am just about spitting goose quills here.
I want to zoom up to where she lives and kick some butt, DD's included
for waiting to let me know about the infection. Though I reckon she
figured with me being under the weather and all that she didn't want to
burden me.

I need to have a conversation with some deities and find out just WHAT
THE HECK!!

NightMist

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I'm raising a developmentally disabled child. What's your superpower?