Friday, April 29, 2011

Billy Left Home Again Part 1

Well, I guess I’m the only one who’s got drama and heartache in their life. My son Billy left Wednesday evening after stealing my pain pills for the third time even though through tears I begged him not to go. I awoke that morning to find my morning dose missing from my table and my extra pill missing from my drawer. I immediately saw red. I called Eric and told him. After careful examination Eric found that Bill had tried to cover up his crime by shaving my klonopin flat to look more like my pain pills and adding a few reglan cut up for good measure.
              I had a dental appointment I just HAD to get to and really didn’t have time for this crap AGAIN. I could feel my anxiety start to tighten around my chest. I needed to get up do my bowel routine and get myself and my things ready for the dentist and the hour long drive to Pittsburgh to get there. Eric admitted to me to me that he had given Bill some xanax the night before because Bill snowed him like a pro by telling him he could buy it at the methadone clinic and he didn’t want to use Eric’s money in such a way. I mean seriously, what kind of bullshit was I listening to?

Somehow, I stoically it made through the day even though we were forced to bring Bill along because we couldn’t trust him in our home alone. All he did was sleep, complain about the heat and whine that he was hungry when he awake. I receieved                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     go
bad news from dentist as well. She would be unable to help me until I see an endodontist who probably wouldn’t take my insurance anyway and if I were lucky enough to find one who did, by the time I got the extensive work finished I  seriously need and come back to her, she probably won’t be accepting my insurance anymore anyway. By the way, she apologized to me but explained that these types of insurances just didn’t pay her enough and she needed to the pay the bills just like everyone else. I told her I could certainly sympathize with her as I replaced the photo album of her latest trip to Italy on the table in waiting room, huge tears welling up in my meticulously made up eyes Kristi Belle had spent so much time getting just the way I it.
                       ( Much more to come)

1 comment:

  1. Oh Lori, I'm so sorry to hear this. I'm sorry to hear about your dental problems, too.


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