Some bad news
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My roommate went somewhere, took too much GHB, almost died, and was put in the ICU. He was incubated. He was still in a state of drug induced psychosis and ripped it out of his throat. They haven't determined if he damaged his vocal cords. I got a text from him around 6 p. m.
I'm devastated. I knew he was taking this kind of risk but it's very sad.
He'll have to decide himself to quit. I understand nobody can impose this kind of decision in a person. I am hoping the hospital can and will coordinate a rehabilitation program at discharge.
I don't want to spend the time I have left being exposed to this kind of behavior and have every intention of leaving as soon as possible.
He's been abusive six ways to Sunday, seems to have a death wish, and won't listen to a word I say to him.
Anyway, for his sake, I hope he heals soon, and starts to face reality.
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Thanks, all
It's described as a party drug. It describes it as enhancing sexual arousal. I assume that's the reason people take it. It's a central nervous system depressant.
Even a small increase (how would you measure that?) can result in unconsciousness, coma, or death.
He has told me about "G." I didn't understand what it was until I looked it up last night.
I'm leaving when the judge settles my father's probate.
It could have happened as early as September but it will probably take longer because monies my cousin told me didn't exist to which I was entitled (this now infamous is my family) Court record stating MetLife.... $202k) has become an issue again.
My brother tells me four months later $200k isn't coming to him and he might have to put our NYS house on the the market.
On the flip side, those two could be lying (I didn't get a good reason why the Court record would be wrong), he could be out 100k, and coincidence or not, the valuation of the house is 400k or for him, 400k- expected 200k. I don't know.
This account wasn't marshaled (a new word for me) during the probate of my mother's will.
My mother's will has a clause (that she didn't think of or ask to be included) saying Daniel doesn't inherit for reasons best known to me.
Only my father inherited in the first place.
I keep coming back to the idea my cousin (an attorney) and my brother ("my cousin" to her self centered mind, we had the same mother- no matter) might have thought they had the ability to arrange for Alex to receive these monies.
If they exist, no. Anything remaining from my mother's estate can only pass to my father's estate.
Then, it must be split in equal shares.So whatever happens, my inheritance might or might not have to wait until our house sells.
My brother is shut down toward me. He won't talk about anything and he only follows orders from my cousin.
My brother ex-wife told me it's a "hot market" which is U turn from the miserable state of the market before my sister passed. So there's that.
No worries. As soon as my trust is funded, and other monies are distributed to me, I'm leaving.
Three cheers for the New York Surrogate's Court, it's document keeping mandated by statute, and its slow but controlled legal process.
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Well, our house is being put on the market. I will say something nice about my cousin. She's helping my brother get it ready. My father was a hoarder. It will be a lot of work.
My brother has Stage IV bone cancer. My cousin must be a lot of help and speeding up this process considerably. The estate can't pay for this but she has the resources to help her cousin if she were to decide to do it.
Our house is very unhealthy in its present state; it's my personal opinion that my brother would be better off in a clean apartment; and our house honestly needs someone with better health and deeper pockets to restore it.
It wouldn't make me unhappy to see it restored properly.
I met a full blooded Hawaiian woman once named Auntie Margaret. She was a healer.
She wrote a book. In it, she wrote-- "Don't worry. I never worry. The Lord will open a way."
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What kind of fresh hell is this?
The very same night of the day I had to collect him from the hospital, I think he's talking on his phone in his bedroom.
I ask him to get off the phone long enough to have privacy to take a shower. All of a sudden, I realize he's actually talking to a half naked man in his room and smoking meth.
He didn't warn me.
He. almost. just. died. of. an. overdose. He put his mother and me through hell. Of course he doesn't sleep. The guy leaves at 12 p.m. nearly overcome by heat exhaustion.
At 6 p.m. he gets a call from a second person who he tells me is coming at 8 p.m. and who is still here now.
The main takeaway from the hospital is that his blood pressure and heart rate are all kinds of wrong.
W.t.f?!
I'm not sharing this information with his mother. She's on the verge of a heart attack from stress.
I'm speechless. I can hear their boring conversation right now in my room.
I was very careful not to be dragged into any arguments, and I didn't have the energy to be ill tempered because I worked like a dog.
How rude is this?
Read the room?
The universe is trying to tell you something but you're not listening?
He's still trying to blame me for everything while taking responsibility for nothing.
I've been invited to spend Friday at his mother's house all day in the air-conditioning so I don't have to be here while the crew is ripping the roof off and putting the new one on.
I only have to wait here until they get here and then let them know to call me and I can be back in a few minutes if they need anything.
I plan to go, to smile, to be amiable, and keep my mouth shut.
