My tooth is apparently abscessed. To deal with the pain, i am taking vicodin. As a result, I don't know when I'll be able to update my fic(s). It's very difficult to write when I'm all disconnected from reality. Can't afford to fix it. Oh well...will put it on the credit card, like everything else. *sigh*
So I went to my inlaws for lunch today. We do this every saturday, and sometimes Tuesdays too. John likes to cook for us, and I like to let him. I've never liked him very much for lots of reasons, but we get along well enough and he's a good cook. One of the reasons I never liked him was because he was an alcoholic. That in and of itself is nt enough t omake me dislike aperson. The hell he put my Jaime through though...that's more than enough reason. A few months ago, he was kicked out of the house because he wouldn't stop drinking. Darla took him back though and he's been sober ever since.
Well, in a sense. He's not drinking anymore.
Apparently, he's been abusing pain killers for the past few months. I didn't even notice, until today. He was moving very slowly. Painfully so. He wasn't talking, or when he did try to talk, he only spoke in half sentences. It took him 15 minutes to slice a dozen eggs in two for the deviled eggs. Meanwhile, me and Jaime look on in awkward silence. Darla left the house in tears. I was completely confused and freaked out.
Anywho, it was extremely freaky and uncomfortable, and I do not want to be put in that situation again. *sigh* I'm supposed to meet the inlaws on Wednesday for lunch and a trip to the museum. Jaime assures me that John does his bestto "be well" when he's around me, so I guess I'll give it a shot, on the condition his mother drives. I don't want to deal with him by myself though. I don't wantto deal with it at all.
So I went to my inlaws for lunch today. We do this every saturday, and sometimes Tuesdays too. John likes to cook for us, and I like to let him. I've never liked him very much for lots of reasons, but we get along well enough and he's a good cook. One of the reasons I never liked him was because he was an alcoholic. That in and of itself is nt enough t omake me dislike aperson. The hell he put my Jaime through though...that's more than enough reason. A few months ago, he was kicked out of the house because he wouldn't stop drinking. Darla took him back though and he's been sober ever since.
Well, in a sense. He's not drinking anymore.
Apparently, he's been abusing pain killers for the past few months. I didn't even notice, until today. He was moving very slowly. Painfully so. He wasn't talking, or when he did try to talk, he only spoke in half sentences. It took him 15 minutes to slice a dozen eggs in two for the deviled eggs. Meanwhile, me and Jaime look on in awkward silence. Darla left the house in tears. I was completely confused and freaked out.
Anywho, it was extremely freaky and uncomfortable, and I do not want to be put in that situation again. *sigh* I'm supposed to meet the inlaws on Wednesday for lunch and a trip to the museum. Jaime assures me that John does his bestto "be well" when he's around me, so I guess I'll give it a shot, on the condition his mother drives. I don't want to deal with him by myself though. I don't wantto deal with it at all.