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roxy ([personal profile] roxy) wrote2007-02-09 11:23 am

my sister



I want to spare my niece if she's reading my journal today.


I'm feeling a little bit wired today. My sister had a bad night, which meant aggressive behavior and lots of crying--bits and pieces of her memories that weren't meshing with what's happening now, and lots of confusion. When she gets confused, she gets upset of course. The people at the group home she lives can’t handle that. I guess they aren’t trained to. For most of them, this is a part time job. They aren't ready to deal with a very upset, very aggressive person. I don’t know why they won't call me when this happens. I've told them, my sister’s husband has told them again and again, to call me when she gets violent. I'm too far away to run out and get her, but a lot of time she'll calm down at least enough to talk to other people when she talks to me. It’s too awful when this happens. She sounds so much like her old self at first, laughing and joking, all sarcastic and fun, and it’s great but I’m wincing too, because I know that it won’t be long before it’s all so much misery and sadness.

Her husband called me and told me to call and ‘work my magic’ on her. Fucking asshole. He really thinks I have some kind of magical control over her. Jesus, what an asswipe. It’s hard. I told him last night, that while I still thought he was a fucking dog’s penis (I was a leeeetle nicer than that) that I was glad he stuck it out and took care of her. He does. I don’t know what his motivation is but I don’t care. He does a good job of meeting her medical needs. That’s just one more thing I don’t have to worry about. All I need to handle are the girls and my pop.

It sucks what happened to her, and that my niece lost her mother. It sucks almighty.


In good news, Mr. Roxy’s foot is a-okay. He’s a little sore but not too bad. The tech that did the procedure was a tiny little guy, he looked funny holding this giant foot.
I love Mr. Roxy.

[identity profile] tzi.livejournal.com 2007-02-10 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
You ARE, though. You really are. It's the hardest thing in the world. =( *HUGS* I can only imagine the terribleness of it.