After I arrived home from my visit ‘home’, my dad went into the hospital.
It was long and it was ugly and he basically had a psychotic episode while he was there.
On the one hand, it’s good that the hospital was a VA hospital. Because they are trained in how to deal with these kinds of combative-crazy situations.
On the other hand, it’s not so good that the hospital was a VA hospital. Because they don’t DO anything about it. Like, y’know, provide psych treatment. Or diagnose any kind of mental health issue beyond “he’s a veteran.”
And now he’s home. (Meaning: he’s in my mother’s home.)
I learned a long time ago that when my mom goes silent it means things with dad are pretty bad.
And guess who has been dead silent since his hospital release?
*sigh*
Sooo…
Bleh.
In other news, I got my taxes done last weekend.
Let’s just say… While it’s not exactly the biggest check I’ve ever written, it’s definitely the biggest check I’ve ever written to the federal government. Thank goodness I don’t actually have to SEND the check until April. Yikes.
Meanwhile, I continue to wade daily into the insanity known as “public education.” Because clearly, I am crazy.
Apparently it runs in my family.
How’s YOU, hmmm?
Well, since you asked, I’m doing surprisingly well, all things considered – and thanks for asking! As a veteran, I don’t go to the VA for anything, having learned by (a) going there for something and (b) working there that they talk a good game but they’re slow to act and are usually understaffed and underpaid; they know that there’s only so much they can do and… I wouldn’t go there to save my own life.
I wound up having to pay taxes to my state – and one of the rare times I’ve ever had to pay – so the check I had to write was pretty damned big but not as bad as I originally thought.
I’m so glad you’re doing well. Have you reached the very end of treatment now? I sincerely hope so, and that you can relax and heal in the aftermath.
Taxes. Bluh.
Your situation sounds about as horrible as things can go, but I think you’re right strategically to shrug off as much as you can. None of these things fall under the umbrella of ‘things you could have done something about’.
Things here are a tolerable, and at times, even pretty enjoyable mix, but right now I feel a lot is being negatively tinted by ‘winter blues’. (blue dyes and pigments are often some of the hardest to eradicate, where even a tiny bit of certain kinds of blue left behind in a brush will easily taint another color….and this bit of ‘winter blue’ is proving just as hard to eradicate).
There has been some adult activity of the positive kind however, AND the big news is I finished a personal project of an illustrated short story done entirely in the verbal and visual style of Dr. Seuss. It’s called “The Perils of Persnickety” and tells a somewhat fictionally-driven tale with chunks of autobiographical thinking strewn through it. It’s basically a story where a fictionalized me, and a fictionalized Rosa, encounter each other and interact within a Seussian environment. (There’s a good bit of spanking too LOL)
Oh, that sounds like a lot of fun! Congratulations on finishing your story!
I know what you mean about tainted/tainting blues. We had a gorgeous sunny day earlier this week and it was nice to have the ‘palette’ cleared.