First of all this is pretty personal and I don't want it to seem like a pity party. I have not been on here because of some very very serious problems. I mean things that may not happen in decades or years to people but happened to us in one week. First of all I learned something so disheartning this week and so bummed. People for the most part don't give a damn about another human. I thought if the problem was big enough,,,people did, but I was wrong. I have helped and helped and gave my time to vets and churches and missions but hope and pray you never ever need anything to come back to you the way you expect that you would respond if you are a giver. The money thing has been bad for awhile but that is not what hurts.
Kinda getting used to cutting back and telling kids no, and taking in family members and overdrawing at the bank to pay light bills and scrounging at the end of the month for enough groceries to feed this bunch. Georgia does not really believe in services because they are just so out of touch till I can't even begin. I don't really care if they do foreclose, we will make it but when you get phone calls about some things we got this week, you just gotta wonder if your neighbors and church folk are even human.
How about let us start with a diabetic daughter who is 20 and going into labor early with her first child and then delivering a beautiful little girl and she is doing fine for 4 hours and then stops breathing and the hospital put her on a ventilator and us borrowing 5 dollars to get to the hospital because daughter is going nuts and not one gas station trusting you two days to pay them 10.00. How about that child getting trasnported 100 miles away to a pediatric hospital because it has an infection as the mother delivered with a 102 fever and they think baby being early and with fever has a blood infection. How about that Mother not being transported with the baby and checking out AMA knowing she is extreme diabetic (juvenile type I diabetes. She is also Bi Polar. How about when she gets to the 100 mile away hospital sitting in a cold waiting room floor near that baby after giving birth just 6 hours earlier? Boyfriend not getting unemployment and working day in and day out when he can and where he can. How about me trying to get her into a motel and finally having to depend on the Shriners (Thank goodness) to help.
His family paid one room, and I posted the situation on Facebook. About three people paid for a room near the hospital and the Shriners stepped up for a shrimp supper for them. How about the baby being totally on Life support for three days well actually more but they removed tubes and all after three days and still in ICU. How about that mother (my daughter) still just waiting and visiting the baby. She collapses at the hospital and they admit her for about 12 hours because her sugar bottomed out. She collapsed outside the window watching the little one. How about the boyfriend worried sick and missing a two day job and decides after they release the Mother she goes with him to pick up a change of clothes. She is sick.
She stops by here and we still have not gotten paid because remember we are once a month on VA disability.
I call everyone in the familyI know who says they are either broke and I know they are or say Everyone has their problems. So much for patriotism. I call the church and they say they will pray for us. That's it. Last I heard from them. How about the day..Wed. when we do get paid we are flooded from all the rain and the septic backed up and I am calling people to pump a septic who keeps putting me off but when they do get here a day later and three bleachings and water vacuum from my two sons working day and night to pump out the downstairs.......I get a call at 11:00 AM while my PTSD husband is finally resting after all of the turmoil and the message is.....I hate to let you know this..Call was from Michigan but your husband's son (who he hasn't seen in years) his firstborn, shot and killed himself Monday morning over a divorce. I put my head down and just start banging my head. I have to tell him. Before I can get through that traumatic situation I get a phone call from the boyfriend's grandmother who says they just rushed my daughter to the local hospital here with her heart. SHE IS 20. The same one who was getting clothes and waiting to go back to the hospital with baby.
How about me telling my husband and other son to get to hospital fast as she has been rushed to hospital and her heart rate is 39. No B/P being picked up. I am paying the septic guy who is wanting his money. How about me contacting my church again and they again say, they will pray for us and is my husband going to his son's funeral in Michigan. The funeral had already happened.
My husband stands guard at the hospital while they move our daughter to ICU with a Defibulator on the gurney.
I rush to the hospital and answering phone calls and sure I am in a state of shock. I get to the hospital and stay with my husband, the boyfriend, the grandmother of the boyfriend and my son while I get the one virtual friend I have to come stay with the other children including the 5 year old who has a fever of 101 and had two trips to the pediatrician. My sister has something else to do and just can't let go right now she says but she will be praying for us. I have one friend who is here and has one leg and 5 children and shaking her head in total disbelief of what all is happening and she attends our church to and says her peace with someone at the church who quickly gets defensive and says, well I am just being judgemental. She rears her back up and says, "No she has attended here for years..people need to be helping, she can;t even get to the grocery store. No response. Husband refuses to leave hospital as he thinks about his dead son in Michigan and looks on with this child on oxygen and them pulling 5 liters of fluid off of her. She starts getting better with the antibiotics, the tests and the oxygen but they start bitching at her for not taking better care of herself which is true but HER BABY WAS ON LIFE SUPPORT 100 miles away.
I go home and throw up the checkbook and call some bill collectors and say do what you gotta do because I really don't care right now. I keep my FB updated on progress.
The baby starts doing better and by Saturday they are ready to get her out of ICU. Baby still in ICU but really improving. The Dept of Family Children show up and want to know why barbituates showed up n the baby's stool but both drug tests were clean. She falls apart and sends boyfriend after her medical records where she sees a psychiatrist and her presciptions. That was all cleared today as it all was in order. My husband comes home and now the PTSD is kicking in and he is somewhat aggravated at me because I was furious with the church. He thinks that they are not able to be there for everybody. Well ten minutes after I tell them about his son's suicide I sure didn't see our name on a prayer list but saw pleading for someone whose job was in jeopardy. I did not understand his defensiviness but I understand PTSD. The baby gets to come home tomorrow.....with Mother....Mother is improving and I am still recovering from all the turmoil. I have seen three people outside this whole ordeal and two were from the church. I have just decided people really don't care. I am angry. I am bitter and I am hurt. I don't get foodstamps, I don't get handouts and I don't want to hear about Thank a Vet or Troop from this red area, I have not seen one dime from those who claim they care and I have decided as soon as I can, I am leaving the lovely state of Ga. (snark) because these people are killing me. Where to go? Is everyone this self centered and cynical? Does no one really give a damn anymore? Where was the love?
This is why I have not been on here lately. I have been almost insane.
They buried his son. As soon as Savannah(little one) is out of the woods and home with Mommy, I can maybe sleep again. In the meantime, I have to go take a BC powder, give the little one a baby motrin for her 100 degree fever and try to make some sense of all of this.
Merry Christmas ......I am really having to rethink about what I suspected from people and it isn't pretty. Worrying now about my 5 year old wanting that Barbie jeep.
She told me tonight. It's OK Mommy. Santa's broke, I think.
Here is the FB link where day after day the drama unfolded.
http://www.facebook.com/...