Thursday, September 17, 2009

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Drama in the Old Neighborhood



Looks like I missed a day of blogging and COFFEE.

Well, not quite -- I have other blogs to attend to. Things like this happen when you're disabled and have a difficult time getting around.

I visited the old neighborhood yesterday. Of course I wasn't disappointed. There's always drama in the "hood"

Not  long after I pulled up in my friend's driveway, we heard all these sirens blaring.

We went to find out what was going on, low and behold there were 5 police cars, 1 EMS truck and 1 Fire Engine. I never found out exactly what was going on, but people were milling about like something dramatic happened.

It never fails there's always something going on in the ghetto. If the helicopter is buzzing around you'll always find police cars lurking about.

I'm so glad to be gone from there.

I don't know what it is about "some" poor people -- I  reiterate the word "some"  are always surrounded by drama. From my experience many of these people have no respect for the space of other people. What's happened to common courtesy and social graces?

You know what I mean -- they blast their music, as if they think the rest of the world wants to hear. Or they talk loud as if what they have to say is of interest to passers by.

Worst yet,some don't watch their children. I'm talking about 3 to 6 year old kids. These kids will be all over the place especially, in other peoples yards and driveways.

What part of "I am not watching or putting up with your children"  isn't understood.

Speaking of kids -- Monday I had to drive up north to see about my younger cousin. She's 10. She's diabetic like me. Her mother has MS and drinks more than she should so, you know what that means. It means that she doesn't think right and can't make good decisions.

Anyway, My cousin and her girls live with her mother,  my Aunt. My Aunt had gone to Chicago for my Uncles funeral, you remember I wrote about that earlier.

Well, she hadn't returned yet when my young cousin's sugar became dangerously high and she was hospitalized. My other Aunt told me that her sister was frantic because she was afraid for her granddaughter and that she was 8 hours away. She knows that her daughter is now forgetful and isn't cognitively useful during times like this.

My 73 year old Aunt has custody of both the younger girls plus she loves them.

I promised that I would drive up and look into the situation. Both Aunts wanted someone who has some iota of sense -- why they think I do, is beyond me.

Any way, I jumped in the car and took off.  When I arrived at the hospital. My baby cousin seemed to be doing fine. Her sugar was down in the 200s. I know that's still high but it beats being in the 700s.

Her mother was there and fairly lucid -- I was surprised!

I stayed for a couple of hours and talked to the doctors and nurses. I still can't figure out why they're having so much of a problem with the insulin pump they have my cousin on.

The pump seems more confusing than just loading a needle and injecting yourself.

I left and made it back home just after dark. I don't like driving in the dark, my eyes don't work well and inanimate objects seem to jump in the way at times.

So, what did you guys do while I was gone?

Did you get your coffee fix?

"Hey, let's go to Speedway and get some coffee, theirs is better than mine. I can't figure what..."

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