I don’t even know where to start. DarkKnight’s mom has been transferred to a hospital an hour and 40 minutes away. They have a better cardiac unit but now everyone is at a distance. She has been shocked back to life twice now, and they said further shocks will not be good for her system. She is on a drug right now that is murder for all of her organs, but if they stop it, she will die. She has fuckups with her kidneys, liver enzymes and she is on antibiotics for pneumonia. She will die without a valve surgery but they can’t touch it until she is stable.
I went to the Chambersburg hospital on Saturday, because they thought she may not make it. She was very confused a lot of the time. DarkKnight’s stepdad’s daughter (follow that? Lol) was there and she was being over the top loud about how my mother in law was going to die in that hospital because they were ignorant and she knew a surgeon personally at this other hospital who would oversee her case everyday and she was saying extremely racist things about the doctors where we were at. I was like, what in the holy hell? Who is this chick and why is she even opening her mouth? The nurses said they could put in a transfer, but that my mother in law had to sign and be okay with it. Chick just kept getting louder. The actual cardiologist came in and spoke quietly about how the other hospital definitely ranked higher on positive outcomes, but how thoracic surgeons would not be overseeing the case, and nothing would probably be done until all of the things were stable. Since MIL just started the antibiotic, that wouldn’t be for a while. She was welcome to transfer but not much would be different until everything with her calmed down.
When the nurses brought in the transfer paperwork, my MIL was like, well I don’t know if I want to sign it, I would rather recover closer to home. Racist trash started telling her again it was in her best interest so this surgeon could oversee her health. I told her, enough, that wasn’t true, the nurses and the cardiologist both said they could never guarantee that. She stormed out of the room, and a few minutes later, stepdad came storming in and started yelling at the top of his lungs that I needed to get the fuck out because I was killing his wife.
Seriously. Nurses started running in, telling him he needed to calm down or leave because, hello HEART PATIENT, and MIL was saying what? What? And that I didn’t need to leave. Everyone had been sitting in there, talking quietly, and then this dude comes running in screaming and shouting. He advanced on me, like he was going to grab me, and then suddenly DarkKnight was there in front of me (I was still seated), telling him he needed to step back and calm down.
Stepdad swung at DarkKnight, screaming that HE needed to get the fuck out and that he wasn’t welcome in the hospital any more. DarkKnight’s mom was like, um, what the fuck, no, that’s my SON. At this point security arrived and stepdad was made to leave.
We were all kinds in shock after that. I was like, um, all I said was that thought I do think like this other hospital sounds like a good choice, but you need to know that a surgeon isn’t going to come and visit you everyday, especially when you don’t even know if or when you would be a candidate to be a patient of his! Fucking crazy, holy shit.
We ended staying there until midnight, until the transfer went through. Stepdad showed up later to just sit there and then said he wasn’t going to the other hospital with her because he had started a load of dishes at home. Wtf this guy. My MIL told us she had gone back through this dude’s browser history and apparently the day before, the day of, and the day after his previous wife had died, he was soliciting and meeting other men for sex. Like, he couldn’t even stop for that. She said she feels like he is probably still doing it, though they apparently reconciled some. Still, she asked me if I could get her old wedding ring and bring it to her, and her burial plot paperwork so she can be buried next to DarkKnight’s dad. I talked to DarkKnight’s older sister about this and she said she doesn’t care about that at all, but his younger sister said she would take care of it.
DarkKnight drove up to the new hospital yesterday super early in the morning - this was after we were at the hospital until midnight - and then stayed until almost noon. He missed one of his play performances, but was able to get to the other with a few minutes to spare. Of course, he started his new job today, so he won’t be able to go back up until this coming weekend.
I do not want to go up there at all. Fuck that.
Honestly, whenever I see stepdad, I am filled with such loathing and rage. All I can focus on is that this guy tried to get my husband to cheat on me, with the help of my other husband. The fact that he believes that it was no big deal makes me want to vomit violently. Just thinking about it makes me see red and I am having trouble typing this! I feel really violated, to be honest. Then to have him try to hit DarkKnight and keep him from being with his mom? Ugh.
On top of this, my oldest daughter has dropped off the face of the earth again. I sent her messages in a couple of different places, telling her about her grandma and she hasn’t replied. I know this means she is using again. My heart hurts so much. PunkRock noticed last night that I had a hidradenitis or auto-immune flair going on - nothing popping through the skin, but my arms are just FULL of lumps under the skin. Like, if you rub my arm, you can feel squishy-hard marbles up and down them. One is actually the size of like three cherry tomatoes put together. They hurt when I press on them, and of course I have the fatigue feelings going on. I honestly hadn’t noticed, because I am stressing about everything else.
I had the Blessing Box closed for two days and today I have been all alone at home, so I was cleaning parts of the house while working on a lot of the overflow that had been ignored. DarkKnight is home now, so I am going to see how his first day went. His smile tells me it is good news.
