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Jan. 22nd, 2003 10:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rachg82Oh, the trials and tribulations of internet usage in this house. I am upstairs again, because, well, our ISP is of Satan. I don't know. But one computer is working! Hey! Heh. Here, here, for small favors! Actually, there's a reason this one is working, and not the normal one I use up here; Joe hasn't "reconfigured" the other one yet. And the downstairs one is just possessed. Heh. Like, that's all there is to it. But, yes, none of this is interesting, so I'll move on.
I guess they couldn't keep her there longer. They got the topomax or whatever up to a therapeutic level, and started lowering the lithium, and blah blah blah, so they sent her home. Whatever. She's a little wacky acting, but generally okay. Let's just hope it lasts. Corinne and I talked about her on the phone earlier, and she was like "I just hope she doesn't act all crazy at the wedding." It'll be her first time meeting Lance's family, really. So Corinne's nervous about it. It's totally weird when you think about it, though, that Mom and them haven't met, considering the two of them have been together for over seven years. But who cares, really. Lance's parents are both a little eccentric themselves, to say the least. We'll just keep the champagne away from Mom, and send her on time-outs if she gets rowdy. Haha. They gave her time-outs in the hospital, you see. Three of them. I told Mom I'm going to start giving them to her. "Pam, you need a time-out!"
She came home with some interesting stories about the people in there, as she usually does. Heh. This one guy was all yelling about getting some guy out of the fire, and the nurse walks in there and goes "You're lookin' a little frisky!" Hee. I don't know, it was the way Mom said it. It was funny. Apparently everyone there had hallucinations, except Mom. Heh, I just picture my Mom in there, staring at people, like "What the Hell are you smoking?" Crazy people interacting with people who are even more crazy than them, is always entertaining. In my opinion, anyway. Hee. I guess Mom made a friend, too. She's always a magnet for weirdos in the first place too, you have to understand. So her making a friend in the loony bin? Heh. The woman's around Mom's age, never had kids, and is also bipolar, although she was diagnosed much later in life with it. She sounded mostly normal, from Mom's description, until Mom told me she was hearing some guy named Larry. So Mom told her "There's no Larry talking to you! It's just you and me, here! Stop it!" And the woman looks at her, and goes "Really? How come no one told me? I like you." Hee!
The woman was telling Mom about how she wants to do a fashion show, with bipolar models, and athletes. HA! What. The. Fuck? This woman is just nuts. Mom and her exchanged numbers though, because Mom said she is nice, and smart. Just crazy. Heh, minor detail. Mom was like "I don't know, every person I've made friends with in the last ten years has been crazy. Is it worth it?" Poor Mom, it's true. She attracts the crazies. And I mean crazy too. I don't mean they just have mental illness, or are a little weird. She gets these friends that seem just out there at first, then flip out at her later on, and the friendship goes kapoot.
She told me another story that just made me sad, though. This poor girl in there, about 23, asked my Mom to be her "Mommy." She kept talking to everyone about how she wanted to be adopted, because both her parents are dead. My Mom tried to tell her that it wasn't exactly likely at her age, but she could meet a guy, and maybe his family could become her own. Anyway, this girl was also bipolar, but she was really delusional. I know you can get that way being bipolar, but damn. Perhaps she's also schizophrenic. She thinks everyone is disappearing, and that Satan is coming up to take everyone away but her. She's going to end up all alone. She was also saying how she's worthless, and going to Hell. I don't know, the whole story just made me sad. Especially since she said flat-out that she was "slow" to Mom, and Mom said she acted like a little kid. So she must be a little developmentally behind or something. Poor kid.
Corinne and Lance came over tonight, to talk about wedding/reception plans. They still can't decide the name, if it's a boy, but if it's a girl it will be Izabella Marie. Marie is my middle name, I'll have you all know. It's Lance's sister's middle name also, so they chose it. I was all "I win!" Hee. Like, throwing my arms up in victory. "Recognize!" I was trying to get her to throw Marie in there, before, remember? So, yeah, yay! Now, I want it to be a girl, just for that. Heh. We do have a handful of boy names we're considering, though. Caleb is the only one everyone likes. And Caleb John flows well. The middle name would be John for sure, because that was Poppy's first name. My sister also likes Noah, and Nicholas. She's suggested Dominic a couple times too, but Mom and I are both strongly anti-Dominic. Heh. Negatory on that one. Mom and I both also like Cameron, but Corinne's not crazy over it. Hmph. I think it'll end up being Caleb John, personally. It's a cute name.
Corinne's belly is TOTALLY showing now, when she lifts her shirt. Like, really. She showed me tonight, and I gasped. Heh. You can see it with her clothes on, too, but really only if you know how she normally looks. Like, I know how she doesn't normally have a belly like that, but you know some people do. Anyway, it's exciting. I'm all ready for this show to move along. Heh. I want to know the gender, damn't! And shop for baby clothes! And see it! Now!
Lance is being extra sweet to Corinne, right now. He's going to all the doctor's appointments, partly so he can listen himself to what the doctor says and later on use it against Corinne's lunacy. Hee. "No, Corinne, they did not say you couldn't drink juice. No, they didn't. Really." She needs that, so good. Shrunken head little woman, she has issues, you know? Hee. He always spoils her, though, but man, she was telling me how she got a craving the other night for Taco Bell at like midnight, and he went and got it for her. Heh, whipped! That kid is totally going to be Daddy's little girl/boy. I can so see it. And Corinne will end up playing bad cop. You know, like she always has with me. Heh. She's always thought she was my Mom anyway, so she's had practice. Bosses me around to this day.
I'll be going with her tomorrow, to help her look at decorations, I guess. I have no idea what we're looking for, but hey. Heh. I can keep her company, at least. We both need to get Joe birthday gifts, too. No biggie though, I already know what I'm getting him. Oh, shit, I need to give everyone a list for mine. Heh, Dad was like "Don't wait till the last minute this time, either!" My birthday is Monday, y'all. Uh, my bad?
I got my shoes in the mail, today. Remember, I had to order them, because I needed a smaller size? Well, guess what? They sent me a size seven. Sigh. Fucking morons. Now, Mom and I have to go back there in person, and have them send us the right pair all over again. Personally, I think they should give us a discount or something. Because, really. What a pain in the ass. What if I'd needed those shoes for something immediate, and was expecting the right size today? I'd be plain out of luck. Tsk tsk, Nordstroms.
Ooh, and I got to see most of the rerun of American Idol, today (another channel reairs it the next day). That is some funny shit. Some of those people have to be going on there just for the Hell of it. You know, like just to be on TV, and they know they can't sing. Because, damn. If not, well, tone deaf doesn't even begin to explain them.
I guess they couldn't keep her there longer. They got the topomax or whatever up to a therapeutic level, and started lowering the lithium, and blah blah blah, so they sent her home. Whatever. She's a little wacky acting, but generally okay. Let's just hope it lasts. Corinne and I talked about her on the phone earlier, and she was like "I just hope she doesn't act all crazy at the wedding." It'll be her first time meeting Lance's family, really. So Corinne's nervous about it. It's totally weird when you think about it, though, that Mom and them haven't met, considering the two of them have been together for over seven years. But who cares, really. Lance's parents are both a little eccentric themselves, to say the least. We'll just keep the champagne away from Mom, and send her on time-outs if she gets rowdy. Haha. They gave her time-outs in the hospital, you see. Three of them. I told Mom I'm going to start giving them to her. "Pam, you need a time-out!"
She came home with some interesting stories about the people in there, as she usually does. Heh. This one guy was all yelling about getting some guy out of the fire, and the nurse walks in there and goes "You're lookin' a little frisky!" Hee. I don't know, it was the way Mom said it. It was funny. Apparently everyone there had hallucinations, except Mom. Heh, I just picture my Mom in there, staring at people, like "What the Hell are you smoking?" Crazy people interacting with people who are even more crazy than them, is always entertaining. In my opinion, anyway. Hee. I guess Mom made a friend, too. She's always a magnet for weirdos in the first place too, you have to understand. So her making a friend in the loony bin? Heh. The woman's around Mom's age, never had kids, and is also bipolar, although she was diagnosed much later in life with it. She sounded mostly normal, from Mom's description, until Mom told me she was hearing some guy named Larry. So Mom told her "There's no Larry talking to you! It's just you and me, here! Stop it!" And the woman looks at her, and goes "Really? How come no one told me? I like you." Hee!
The woman was telling Mom about how she wants to do a fashion show, with bipolar models, and athletes. HA! What. The. Fuck? This woman is just nuts. Mom and her exchanged numbers though, because Mom said she is nice, and smart. Just crazy. Heh, minor detail. Mom was like "I don't know, every person I've made friends with in the last ten years has been crazy. Is it worth it?" Poor Mom, it's true. She attracts the crazies. And I mean crazy too. I don't mean they just have mental illness, or are a little weird. She gets these friends that seem just out there at first, then flip out at her later on, and the friendship goes kapoot.
She told me another story that just made me sad, though. This poor girl in there, about 23, asked my Mom to be her "Mommy." She kept talking to everyone about how she wanted to be adopted, because both her parents are dead. My Mom tried to tell her that it wasn't exactly likely at her age, but she could meet a guy, and maybe his family could become her own. Anyway, this girl was also bipolar, but she was really delusional. I know you can get that way being bipolar, but damn. Perhaps she's also schizophrenic. She thinks everyone is disappearing, and that Satan is coming up to take everyone away but her. She's going to end up all alone. She was also saying how she's worthless, and going to Hell. I don't know, the whole story just made me sad. Especially since she said flat-out that she was "slow" to Mom, and Mom said she acted like a little kid. So she must be a little developmentally behind or something. Poor kid.
Corinne and Lance came over tonight, to talk about wedding/reception plans. They still can't decide the name, if it's a boy, but if it's a girl it will be Izabella Marie. Marie is my middle name, I'll have you all know. It's Lance's sister's middle name also, so they chose it. I was all "I win!" Hee. Like, throwing my arms up in victory. "Recognize!" I was trying to get her to throw Marie in there, before, remember? So, yeah, yay! Now, I want it to be a girl, just for that. Heh. We do have a handful of boy names we're considering, though. Caleb is the only one everyone likes. And Caleb John flows well. The middle name would be John for sure, because that was Poppy's first name. My sister also likes Noah, and Nicholas. She's suggested Dominic a couple times too, but Mom and I are both strongly anti-Dominic. Heh. Negatory on that one. Mom and I both also like Cameron, but Corinne's not crazy over it. Hmph. I think it'll end up being Caleb John, personally. It's a cute name.
Corinne's belly is TOTALLY showing now, when she lifts her shirt. Like, really. She showed me tonight, and I gasped. Heh. You can see it with her clothes on, too, but really only if you know how she normally looks. Like, I know how she doesn't normally have a belly like that, but you know some people do. Anyway, it's exciting. I'm all ready for this show to move along. Heh. I want to know the gender, damn't! And shop for baby clothes! And see it! Now!
Lance is being extra sweet to Corinne, right now. He's going to all the doctor's appointments, partly so he can listen himself to what the doctor says and later on use it against Corinne's lunacy. Hee. "No, Corinne, they did not say you couldn't drink juice. No, they didn't. Really." She needs that, so good. Shrunken head little woman, she has issues, you know? Hee. He always spoils her, though, but man, she was telling me how she got a craving the other night for Taco Bell at like midnight, and he went and got it for her. Heh, whipped! That kid is totally going to be Daddy's little girl/boy. I can so see it. And Corinne will end up playing bad cop. You know, like she always has with me. Heh. She's always thought she was my Mom anyway, so she's had practice. Bosses me around to this day.
I'll be going with her tomorrow, to help her look at decorations, I guess. I have no idea what we're looking for, but hey. Heh. I can keep her company, at least. We both need to get Joe birthday gifts, too. No biggie though, I already know what I'm getting him. Oh, shit, I need to give everyone a list for mine. Heh, Dad was like "Don't wait till the last minute this time, either!" My birthday is Monday, y'all. Uh, my bad?
I got my shoes in the mail, today. Remember, I had to order them, because I needed a smaller size? Well, guess what? They sent me a size seven. Sigh. Fucking morons. Now, Mom and I have to go back there in person, and have them send us the right pair all over again. Personally, I think they should give us a discount or something. Because, really. What a pain in the ass. What if I'd needed those shoes for something immediate, and was expecting the right size today? I'd be plain out of luck. Tsk tsk, Nordstroms.
Ooh, and I got to see most of the rerun of American Idol, today (another channel reairs it the next day). That is some funny shit. Some of those people have to be going on there just for the Hell of it. You know, like just to be on TV, and they know they can't sing. Because, damn. If not, well, tone deaf doesn't even begin to explain them.
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Date: 2003-01-22 11:50 pm (UTC)Glad your mom is home and feeling better. Hope she isnt an assfuck to you.
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Date: 2003-01-23 12:30 am (UTC)So far, Mom hasn't been too much of an assfuck to me (by the way, I so love the word "assfuck", heh. I should start using it more often). We got along all right, today. She's stressing over work, though.
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Date: 2003-01-23 02:09 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-01-23 06:24 am (UTC)I am glad to hear that your mom is home, and it sounds like they have gotten her medication straightened out (or at least more straightened out). I hope she continues to stay calm.
Still sending hugs and prayers your way.
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Date: 2003-01-24 08:33 am (UTC)I like Noah and Caleb, though. Biblical names like a mofo!