OT Gonna be gone for a bit

My heart goes out to you NM. Keeping you all in my thoughts
and prayers as your mom passes. These times can get dramatic
but I hope everyone is able to pull together.
Hugs, Taria


"NightMist" wrote in message
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Well, my mum has moved from death's sidewalk to death's doorway.
According to the hospice nurse she could go at any time.

My dad is freaking out, my siblings think that his denial constitutes
dementia, my flight out has been rescheduled for Sunday, and my newly
renewed permanent copy photo ID is not here yet. Nobody has contacted my
mom's siblings on her biological father's side, nobody has contacted
anybody in my dad's family, and my dad is furious at his pastor because
my mom gave the pastor her medical proxy and the pastor is following my
mom's wishes instead of my dad's. Mom must have known that dad would
turn heaven into hell to keep her alive.
Just to add seasoning to the mix, the uterine gnomes are sacrificing
goats. I am bleeding enough that I am getting faint frequently.

I will be spending much of tomorrow on the phone, then flying out at 6 in
the morning on Sunday, provided I make it through security.

NightMist


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

Wow - just praying, praying, praying for you yours. {{{hugs}}}

Karen, Queen of Squishies



Well, my mum has moved from death's sidewalk to death's doorway.
According to the hospice nurse she could go at any time.

My dad is freaking out, my siblings think that his denial constitutes
dementia, my flight out has been rescheduled for Sunday, and my newly
renewed permanent copy photo ID is not here yet. Nobody has contacted my
mom's siblings on her biological father's side, nobody has contacted
anybody in my dad's family, and my dad is furious at his pastor because
my mom gave the pastor her medical proxy and the pastor is following my
mom's wishes instead of my dad's. Mom must have known that dad would
turn heaven into hell to keep her alive.
Just to add seasoning to the mix, the uterine gnomes are sacrificing
goats. I am bleeding enough that I am getting faint frequently.

I will be spending much of tomorrow on the phone, then flying out at 6 in
the morning on Sunday, provided I make it through security.

NightMist

Well that was just one thing after another.
I got through the airport alright.
My mom died within six hours of my arrival and was in a coma before that.
My sister has set new records for narcissistic bad behavior, to the point
that my dad actually left the reception after the funeral to keep her
from behaving even more badly than she already was. I did not punch her
one even though I sorely wanted to. Then she had to go and push it even
further by telling me that I would have to find my own way to Denver to
get my return flight because she was "done". I haven't heard from her
since the day of the funeral.
My dad drove me up for my return flight. I kept him talking, he went to
the wrong airport twice, and in general had a jolly old time of it. I
fussed over him before I hopped out, and that cheered him up even further.
The church ladies decided they like me. I was wearing a slit broomstick
skirt with black and red stripey stockings for the occasion and they
decided that that was "sassy" and entirely appropriate since it was
supposed to be a celebration. Since it is a very conservative church I
was very careful not to offend.
I had to stay with my brother, whom I do believe lives on hot pockets and
pop tarts. So I have come home starved, half dehydrated (I just couldn't
drink enough in that climate), bleeding from the nose and ears (the
dehydration thing, skin cracked), completely exhausted, and generally
furious with my royal arch b**** of a sister.
I am going to go and sleep until it is time to take Ash to the fireworks,
he loves fireworks. Then I am going to eat enough protein to sustain a
bodybuilder for a week. Then I am going to sleep for a hundred years or
so.

See you when I wake up again.

a very weary NightMist
--
I'm raising a developmentally disabled child. What's your superpower?

Oh, NM, I am so sorry to hear of all the emotional roller coater you
have been on the past few weeks.
No doubt you may have just blessed your sister and let her go on her
way, howsoever inappropriate that might be. how strong of you to do
that.

Sending soft {{{{hugs}}}} to you and yours, and wishing you peace.

Ginger in CA



On Jul 4, 11:31*am, NightMist wrote:
Well that was just one thing after another.
I got through the airport alright.
My mom died within six hours of my arrival and was in a coma before that.
My sister has set new records for narcissistic bad behavior, to the point
that my dad actually left the reception after the funeral to keep her
from behaving even more badly than she already was. *I did not punch her
one even though I sorely wanted to. Then she had to go and push it even
further by telling me that I would have to find my own way to Denver to
get my return flight because she was "done". *I haven't heard from her
since the day of the funeral.
My dad drove me up for my return flight. *I kept him talking, he went to
the wrong airport twice, and in general had a jolly old time of it. *I
fussed over him before I hopped out, and that cheered him up even further..
The church ladies decided they like me. I was wearing a slit broomstick
skirt with black and red stripey stockings for the occasion and they
decided that that was "sassy" and entirely appropriate since it was
supposed to be a celebration. *Since it is a very conservative church I
was very careful not to offend.
I had to stay with my brother, whom I do believe lives on hot pockets and
pop tarts. *So I have come home starved, half dehydrated (I just couldn't
drink enough in that climate), bleeding from the nose and ears (the
dehydration thing, skin cracked), completely exhausted, and generally
furious with my royal arch b**** of a sister.
I am going to go and sleep until it is time to take Ash to the fireworks,
he loves fireworks. *Then I am going to eat enough protein to sustain a
bodybuilder for a week. *Then I am going to sleep for a hundred years or
so.

See you when I wake up again.

a very weary NightMist
--
I'm raising a developmentally disabled child. *What's your superpower?

So sorry for your loss. Hope you feel a lot better after you wake up.
Barbara in SC

Maybe the purpose of these things is to make us appreciate being home,
with your family of choice (versus the family you were born to).
Nothing to be done about our birth relatives. Just scary to think of
sharing those genes :-) Glad you had a good time with your dad.
(((Hugs))) Sleep well, you deserve it!
Roberta in D

On Mon, 04 Jul 2011 18:31:41 +0000, NightMist
wrote:

Well that was just one thing after another.
I got through the airport alright.
My mom died within six hours of my arrival and was in a coma before that.
My sister has set new records for narcissistic bad behavior, to the point
that my dad actually left the reception after the funeral to keep her
from behaving even more badly than she already was. I did not punch her
one even though I sorely wanted to. Then she had to go and push it even
further by telling me that I would have to find my own way to Denver to
get my return flight because she was "done". I haven't heard from her
since the day of the funeral.
My dad drove me up for my return flight. I kept him talking, he went to
the wrong airport twice, and in general had a jolly old time of it. I
fussed over him before I hopped out, and that cheered him up even further.
The church ladies decided they like me. I was wearing a slit broomstick
skirt with black and red stripey stockings for the occasion and they
decided that that was "sassy" and entirely appropriate since it was
supposed to be a celebration. Since it is a very conservative church I
was very careful not to offend.
I had to stay with my brother, whom I do believe lives on hot pockets and
pop tarts. So I have come home starved, half dehydrated (I just couldn't
drink enough in that climate), bleeding from the nose and ears (the
dehydration thing, skin cracked), completely exhausted, and generally
furious with my royal arch b**** of a sister.
I am going to go and sleep until it is time to take Ash to the fireworks,
he loves fireworks. Then I am going to eat enough protein to sustain a
bodybuilder for a week. Then I am going to sleep for a hundred years or
so.

See you when I wake up again.

a very weary NightMist

I'm glad you managed to get there 'in time'; you will have been a
great comfort to your Dad, and who knows what we hear and 'know'
whilst in a coma?

It has been such an ordeal, though. I have a brother to rival your
sister, so you have my sympathy and wishes that you can now leave her
behind for a while.

Sleep well, and get your equilibrium back. I am glad you are safely
home and amongst your loved ones.

Take care,
Nel
(GQ)

Sorry for your loss and the problems these trying times bring to the
front. I echo the last two posts. You know the old saying "you can
pick your friends but not your relatives". Maybe you are stuck with
the gene pool but you don't have to be stuck with the relationship.
All these people who say family is the most important part of society
does not have one of "those" relatives. Sometimes for the good of
one's children one must separate herself from an abusive sister or
brother. The children need a mother who can focus on them and not on a
distant relative who will not change. Susan

On Tue, 5 Jul 2011 01:53:13 -0700 (PDT), Sartorresartus
wrote:

I'm glad you managed to get there 'in time'; you will have been a
great comfort to your Dad, and who knows what we hear and 'know'
whilst in a coma?

It has been such an ordeal, though. I have a brother to rival your
sister, so you have my sympathy and wishes that you can now leave her
behind for a while.

Sleep well, and get your equilibrium back. I am glad you are safely
home and amongst your loved ones.

Take care,
Nel
(GQ)