Inconsistency

"In The Beginning", in my opinion, is one of the best opening lines of all times.  I shall borrow it today...In the beginning I signed up for A to Z Challenge then that insecure person I TRY to keep hidden showed up again.  She (crazy bitch) took my name off the list.

Today I try to catch up, make a come back, a turn around...all those things you do after a total fall into a stew of apathy, banality, complacency, detachment, emotionlessness, futility, grouchiness, halfheartedness and insensitivity well seasoned with a big dash of  jack-assed-ness (taking me from A to J in one post).

May the waters be clear

and my thoughts become focused.

Many thanks.

The Last Seven Months

have been a financial, emotional and physical struggle here.  On my birthday, November 2014, our youngest daughter was in a car wreck through no fault of hers.  The other involved party had no insurance and in a lax moment to save money the daughter did not tick uninsured motorists on her policy trying to save money.  Bare bones liability was all she had.

Between doctor's visits and surgeries we kept her and her six year old son here. We shuttled Z back and forth to school the rest of the school year.  There was no other option.

We got on each other's nerves, she would have kicked me a few times if she had two good feet, we had crying jags, we had a few fits and pouts and a few items were slammed down strongly but we got through.  I will be grateful to have my art sewing room back and Andrew will be glad he can leave his door open again.  There are too many things to list of why her father and I are glad but we are very grateful.  All of us thought this day might never come.  Praise God, it did.

After breaking her talus bone in her foot and a collective two weeks in the hospital, nine surgeries later and an extreme bout of infection, she is limping with out a walker, no wheel chair and no cane. Hallelujah!

We have found a inexpensive car to replace her lost one.  They placed her on "medical leave" so she still has a job to return to and things are looking rosier for all concerned. She is temporarily in her home and the stress level for all of us has dropped about 99%.

There are a few wrinkles to iron out but there are celebrations, too. After this Monday which includes a trip to Z's specialist for his ears and a round of stops to insurance, tax office, and revenue office we can officially kick her out and she will be legal to drive...and hopefully be able to work.

We were all blessed but we didn't realize it while squeezed in the middle of all the distress generated by such a situation.  I do know these setbacks were far better than planning a funeral.

I think we're all gonna enjoy this change.

Donations of cash and Valium can be sent to...teasing!

Update to update:  She is home again for Z's appointment tomorrow (I had that wrong!).  Her foot is still infected. Although she can walk, she has other issues that have arisen.  Insurance says six days were too long for her last admission and has refused to pay the bill...said it could have been done in four days!  Work wants her at 100 percent when she returns.

Lord, please bless us some more soon.  Amen.

Lawyer With Humor and Medical Update

My youngest daughter is now into her third month of healing after seven surgeries, a skin graft, and in home wound care.  She is still here with her six year old son, Z.

Today's visit to doctor was not what we wanted to hear...the bone may never heal.  On the bright side all the screws and wires are holding her bone together. Doc said the bone would not crumble so Maria can begin to test the foot a little at a time.

The man who was responsible for the accident did not have insurance.  It's true.  He didn't and there's nothing that can be done to help Maria with her lost car, lost wages and for right now, lost ability to walk.

You know what trouble I get into when I start thinking, well, I thought anyway.  I came up with a brilliant idea to show him as an unlawful and unsafe person. I compiled a letter to the editor for local newspapers.

That letter was some of my best writing, I thought.  I crafted it carefully making sure only facts were used.  I spun a tale that would make a repo man cry and a lawbreaker run for high country.

I decided to send it to my lawyer first to make sure the letter was not slanderous.  He replied it was a good letter and by no means was it slanderous, HOWEVER, he would not advise me to send it to the papers.  Why? you ask.  Well, my lawyer knows me and he said the man would reply publicly and, knowing me, I would respond and on and on. The lawyer said he could see no benefits for me or my daughter by publishing this letter. Then he made my day by saying, "Gail, you can never win a pissing contest with a skunk."