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so i think i may have finally kicked whatever had me sick. justin FINALLY changed the filter on the furnace (i'd been begging for months cuz i don't know how to do it) so allergies and asthma are finally staying at bay. working out doesn't burn my lungs anymore!
okay, so dad had been having those massive MS flares and everything. he assigned his healthcare decisions to me since i am power of attorney, so i made him go to the doctor. they wouldn't listen to him when he was talking about his urinary stuff, so i stepped in. i argued with the nurse practitioner. i told him dad's pee was dark when i was emptying his bedpans, and dude was like "urine gets darker when left out." i was just like "not this dark. why won't you listen to us?" so dude said we'd have to come back and see dad's doctor. a week later we go back, and i argued with the doctor to get a urine sample (amongst other things. they really don't listen to a word dad says) but dad couldn't pee. they sent us home with a cup to bring back when he could. they apparently didn't test it, because i made an appointment with the neurologist and they didn't have any test results. sooooo they did it again.
you know how dad has been having severe issues since november? and how the VA kept sending him home telling him he was fine? dude had severe pyelonephritis, bordering on sepsis. his body was so weak from fucking fighting it. livid doesn't even come close to describing my emotion at this discovery. they gave him a powerful antibiotic via IV and one to take at home. i cannot even tell you the difference in him. he's back to being his feisty old self, wanting to go everywhere and do everything. he's not sleeping all the time, he can care for himself (for the most part). a fucking infection that the VA missed because they were dismissing everything he said. i'm scared to even think how this would have gone had i not stepped in...
my brother, on the other hand, is a different story.
on thanksgiving my dad told bob about the zeitgeist movies. this was a bad, bad move. you see, my brother has suffered from antisocial personality disorder (basically, he's a sociopath) and is a career criminal who has based his entirety of his life's failures on external sources. he's never taken responsibility for anything in his life. basically, he's perpetually a 13 year old with severe adhd trapped in a 32-year-old's body. he gets pulled over because the cops are out to get him (couldn't be anything to do with driving erratically), he's got a loooong record of felonies because the laws are made to punish the poor (couldn't be because holding a girl hostage with a sawed-off shot gun high as fuck on coke with an 8 ball in your pocket and a pound of weed in the trunk of a stolen car, aggravated assault and attempted manslaughter is wrong) add to this mindset some films based on conspiracy theory, and how the way our lives are is not our faults, its all an intricate web of lies constructed by government agencies and you've got a serious recipe for disaster. my brother is also a firm believer that life as we know it is ending in december 2012 and calls me a moron for thinking otherwise.
so now bob is running around babbling on and on to anyone that will listen about how we're all idiots for giving into the system for working our jobs and not preparing for the "great revolution" (because sitting on your ass smoking pot and reading info off the zeitgeist website is doing something). i'm an idiot for going into law because "there will be no law when it all goes down." justin is part of the machine for perpetuating advertising and brainwashing the people (but he's more than happy to let justin spend his ill-gotten gains on things that benefit bob). we should all be hoarding canned food and dry goods and arming ourselves for the collapse of civil society.
now, i'm not against preparedness. we are heavily armed in this household, complete with an ammo stash (mainly because justin likes guns). we've got a small surplus of dry goods and canned foods because justin believes in being prepared just in case, but we're not about to go fill our basement with clean drinking water and reinforce it with lead. i'm not against having a small stash of tamiflu or potassium iodide with maniacs like kim jung-il and mahmoud ahmadinejad out there, but i'm not going to fill my medicine cabinets with it. bob, on the other hand, has been preaching about the theories behind the venus project, and how the world's problems are based in politics and politics' effect on society. i've tried to explain to him that psychologically there can never be a community ruled by the people, that every society needs leadership, but he tells me that's what the government has conditioned me to think. no, it couldn't be the heavy scientific research behind it all. while an idea like the venus project is neat, utopian society just cannot exist. any time i prove him wrong in any way, i've just been brainwashed to believe these things and i'll never survive "when it all goes down." he scoffs at everything that doesn't 100% fall in line with zeitgeist as "being ignorant" to the point of total ridiculousness.
he was having chest pains so i took him to the hospital. while we were there the tv in the waiting room was playing a show about castles and fortresses and an expert on a certain castle was talking. bob just says "what an idiot, what good is it going to do to know all about history and castles when the end comes and we're left to fend for ourselves? he'll die in no time." it took a few seconds for me to believe he actually said that, but then i countered with "don't you think it would be good to have an expert on reinforcing fortresses to help rebuild buildings?" to which i was called ignorant and told i need to open my eyes.
now, schizophrenia runs rampant on my dad's side of the family. its usually fairly late onset as well. i can't help but think that this is the beginnings of a serious meltdown. justin thinks that since bob got diagnosed with MS he's looking for anything to show him that the rest of the world is going to die early too, and he's justifying being sick with this. i can see that point, but i also have a nagging little voice in my head telling me i'll be committing my brother to a rubber room in the near future.
so that's life right now. i'm sure i could go on about mundane stuff, but i just wanted to get the big stuff out of my head and written down. besides, i have lab work to do. yaaaaay MMPI data entry!
okay, so dad had been having those massive MS flares and everything. he assigned his healthcare decisions to me since i am power of attorney, so i made him go to the doctor. they wouldn't listen to him when he was talking about his urinary stuff, so i stepped in. i argued with the nurse practitioner. i told him dad's pee was dark when i was emptying his bedpans, and dude was like "urine gets darker when left out." i was just like "not this dark. why won't you listen to us?" so dude said we'd have to come back and see dad's doctor. a week later we go back, and i argued with the doctor to get a urine sample (amongst other things. they really don't listen to a word dad says) but dad couldn't pee. they sent us home with a cup to bring back when he could. they apparently didn't test it, because i made an appointment with the neurologist and they didn't have any test results. sooooo they did it again.
you know how dad has been having severe issues since november? and how the VA kept sending him home telling him he was fine? dude had severe pyelonephritis, bordering on sepsis. his body was so weak from fucking fighting it. livid doesn't even come close to describing my emotion at this discovery. they gave him a powerful antibiotic via IV and one to take at home. i cannot even tell you the difference in him. he's back to being his feisty old self, wanting to go everywhere and do everything. he's not sleeping all the time, he can care for himself (for the most part). a fucking infection that the VA missed because they were dismissing everything he said. i'm scared to even think how this would have gone had i not stepped in...
my brother, on the other hand, is a different story.
on thanksgiving my dad told bob about the zeitgeist movies. this was a bad, bad move. you see, my brother has suffered from antisocial personality disorder (basically, he's a sociopath) and is a career criminal who has based his entirety of his life's failures on external sources. he's never taken responsibility for anything in his life. basically, he's perpetually a 13 year old with severe adhd trapped in a 32-year-old's body. he gets pulled over because the cops are out to get him (couldn't be anything to do with driving erratically), he's got a loooong record of felonies because the laws are made to punish the poor (couldn't be because holding a girl hostage with a sawed-off shot gun high as fuck on coke with an 8 ball in your pocket and a pound of weed in the trunk of a stolen car, aggravated assault and attempted manslaughter is wrong) add to this mindset some films based on conspiracy theory, and how the way our lives are is not our faults, its all an intricate web of lies constructed by government agencies and you've got a serious recipe for disaster. my brother is also a firm believer that life as we know it is ending in december 2012 and calls me a moron for thinking otherwise.
so now bob is running around babbling on and on to anyone that will listen about how we're all idiots for giving into the system for working our jobs and not preparing for the "great revolution" (because sitting on your ass smoking pot and reading info off the zeitgeist website is doing something). i'm an idiot for going into law because "there will be no law when it all goes down." justin is part of the machine for perpetuating advertising and brainwashing the people (but he's more than happy to let justin spend his ill-gotten gains on things that benefit bob). we should all be hoarding canned food and dry goods and arming ourselves for the collapse of civil society.
now, i'm not against preparedness. we are heavily armed in this household, complete with an ammo stash (mainly because justin likes guns). we've got a small surplus of dry goods and canned foods because justin believes in being prepared just in case, but we're not about to go fill our basement with clean drinking water and reinforce it with lead. i'm not against having a small stash of tamiflu or potassium iodide with maniacs like kim jung-il and mahmoud ahmadinejad out there, but i'm not going to fill my medicine cabinets with it. bob, on the other hand, has been preaching about the theories behind the venus project, and how the world's problems are based in politics and politics' effect on society. i've tried to explain to him that psychologically there can never be a community ruled by the people, that every society needs leadership, but he tells me that's what the government has conditioned me to think. no, it couldn't be the heavy scientific research behind it all. while an idea like the venus project is neat, utopian society just cannot exist. any time i prove him wrong in any way, i've just been brainwashed to believe these things and i'll never survive "when it all goes down." he scoffs at everything that doesn't 100% fall in line with zeitgeist as "being ignorant" to the point of total ridiculousness.
he was having chest pains so i took him to the hospital. while we were there the tv in the waiting room was playing a show about castles and fortresses and an expert on a certain castle was talking. bob just says "what an idiot, what good is it going to do to know all about history and castles when the end comes and we're left to fend for ourselves? he'll die in no time." it took a few seconds for me to believe he actually said that, but then i countered with "don't you think it would be good to have an expert on reinforcing fortresses to help rebuild buildings?" to which i was called ignorant and told i need to open my eyes.
now, schizophrenia runs rampant on my dad's side of the family. its usually fairly late onset as well. i can't help but think that this is the beginnings of a serious meltdown. justin thinks that since bob got diagnosed with MS he's looking for anything to show him that the rest of the world is going to die early too, and he's justifying being sick with this. i can see that point, but i also have a nagging little voice in my head telling me i'll be committing my brother to a rubber room in the near future.
so that's life right now. i'm sure i could go on about mundane stuff, but i just wanted to get the big stuff out of my head and written down. besides, i have lab work to do. yaaaaay MMPI data entry!
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i knew i had to go in there and pitch a bitch for dad. they haven't listened to him about hardly anything, so i had to go open up a can of whoop ass. it really does my heart good to see him doing better.
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That is absolutely horrifying! I'm so glad that advocating for him produced some good results. Did they apologize at all for, you know, ignoring your dad to near the point of tragic results? Grr.
cripes your brother is rude.