Jeff-Part Deux
May. 25th, 2024 11:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jdmkleinSo, yesterday early evening I got a call from Eileen. "Guess what!" she says. "I just got a phone call. The first thing I heard was, 'I'm home, Mom!'"
Jeff had become responsive again and when he learned that he was in the hospital he pulled all the tubes from his body, pulled out the ventilator tube, got dressed, and left the hospital against the doctor's advice. Don't know how he got home, he had no cash. Maybe he walked from Mercy to his place, maybe he caught the bus. Who knows?
Eileen, being accustomed to things like this from her nursing days, immediately tore Jeff a new butt hole. Because of how another of Jaden's dads died, Jeff had always said he would never commit suicide. Eileen asked him about that. Jeff denied it. Eileen asked about the empty pill bottles on the floor next to him. He couldn't explain them. He knew nothing about that. He denied everything at first. By the end of the conversation, he sounded sad and sorry and I think he apologized.
Jeff said he would come over to her house to clean as soon as he finished cleaning my place. My first knee-jerk reaction was, "Oh no he's not!" I was angry and I didn't want anything to do with him. I was angry that he would think he could pull a stunt like that and then act as if nothing had happened.
Eileen explained that putting him out of my life was one of the worst things that could be done. I everyone pushed him away it would confirm his feelings of being unwanted and unloved, and increase the chances of him trying this again. I still didn't want him to come over. I told her I didn't want him to come over if he was manic. I live a quiet life. no music during the day, I seldom talk on the phone or have guests over. When he comes in his manic state I want to jump out of my skin. When I see the doctor in June I am going to ask for an Ativan prescription. One 90-day script with no refills. When I need the refill I will call the doctor and ask for it. I have to say it's not just Jeff. When Sarah comes home for the weekend feel anxious, too. She talks all the time. Sometimes she is muttering under her breath, sometimes she is talking to herself. I have to tell her I won't answer unless she starts the conversation with 'Mom...'
I do need Jeff. I have come to depend on him to help me keep my apartment clean. Standing and walking without my walker is very difficult. I can wash and dry clothes but can't carry the basket to put the clothes away. It is painful for me to stand the time it takes for me to hang up the clothes that need to be in the closet. Vacuuming and mopping floors are other things that are painful and dangerous for me to try.
I am debating whether or not I should give Jeff a piece of my mind. Tell him how much I need his help. I shall have to ask Eileen.
Jeff had become responsive again and when he learned that he was in the hospital he pulled all the tubes from his body, pulled out the ventilator tube, got dressed, and left the hospital against the doctor's advice. Don't know how he got home, he had no cash. Maybe he walked from Mercy to his place, maybe he caught the bus. Who knows?
Eileen, being accustomed to things like this from her nursing days, immediately tore Jeff a new butt hole. Because of how another of Jaden's dads died, Jeff had always said he would never commit suicide. Eileen asked him about that. Jeff denied it. Eileen asked about the empty pill bottles on the floor next to him. He couldn't explain them. He knew nothing about that. He denied everything at first. By the end of the conversation, he sounded sad and sorry and I think he apologized.
Jeff said he would come over to her house to clean as soon as he finished cleaning my place. My first knee-jerk reaction was, "Oh no he's not!" I was angry and I didn't want anything to do with him. I was angry that he would think he could pull a stunt like that and then act as if nothing had happened.
Eileen explained that putting him out of my life was one of the worst things that could be done. I everyone pushed him away it would confirm his feelings of being unwanted and unloved, and increase the chances of him trying this again. I still didn't want him to come over. I told her I didn't want him to come over if he was manic. I live a quiet life. no music during the day, I seldom talk on the phone or have guests over. When he comes in his manic state I want to jump out of my skin. When I see the doctor in June I am going to ask for an Ativan prescription. One 90-day script with no refills. When I need the refill I will call the doctor and ask for it. I have to say it's not just Jeff. When Sarah comes home for the weekend feel anxious, too. She talks all the time. Sometimes she is muttering under her breath, sometimes she is talking to herself. I have to tell her I won't answer unless she starts the conversation with 'Mom...'
I do need Jeff. I have come to depend on him to help me keep my apartment clean. Standing and walking without my walker is very difficult. I can wash and dry clothes but can't carry the basket to put the clothes away. It is painful for me to stand the time it takes for me to hang up the clothes that need to be in the closet. Vacuuming and mopping floors are other things that are painful and dangerous for me to try.
I am debating whether or not I should give Jeff a piece of my mind. Tell him how much I need his help. I shall have to ask Eileen.
