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WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 13, 2016

Hello All;
As many of you undoubtably heard already: I’m currently in a pretty nasty fix. I knew being here was too good to be true, and that sooner or later, something was going to happen to put me back in a bad way with all of the slats kicked out from under me.

Since Melanie’s boyfriend, Tom, is a TSA agent for Homeland Security stationed in Manchester, I figured that eventually they would pressure him in his job about my being there. Since I came to New Hampshire last April, I’d been doing much better. 

I enjoyed spending time with Melanie and my grandsons, and Tom wasn’t such a bad sort of guy either. Melanie would homeschool the twins, and sometimes I’d even forget that Callum was the autistic of the two. It was a wonderful summer for me here.

But more & more lately, I’ve been noticing Melanie spending more & more of her time up in her room and less time downstairs with us. I’d find the boys either playing together downstairs or doing their lessons on the computer, but mostly at play and less at learning. 

But maybe Mel was spending their lesson times upstairs in their rooms. The reason I moved into this household was because of my seizures, black outs, narcolepsy and all: I need a little bit of supervision now and then, or I will sleep through instead of taking my shots & meds, or simply get forgetful in a haze and think that I had taken the medicine because one day is pretty much like the other for me.

On my last visit with my Diabetes Educator, Melanie had to come along as she fixes the meals and checks on my progress in my logbook. Because I can’t drive anymore and there is only the one car, we carefully determine times for this meeting and all the other times that Melanie needs to be there to help me, to coordinate all the things that involve her, Tom, the twins and the car so that we don’t find ourselves over done and running on empty. 

She was fine with this at last Thursday’s meeting. I had TWO blood tests the previous Monday, and they could only do ONE, because Medicare wouldn’t pay for the second. On the Thursday morning that we met, I had TWO more fasting blood tests scheduled, and only ONE got taken because the clinic did not have the freezing capability to freeze my sample. So at this meeting, we talked about scheduling for TWO more, a necessity to determine if I qualified to be given an insulin pump. Melanie was supposed to call and see if she could schedule a test for Wednesday (today).

When Monday (Jan.11th, 2016) came around, she simply yelled down the stairs that the boys needed to be doing their lessons (Kahn Academy).

I reminded her that she needed to call about those lab tests for this week if possible. She yelled down: “Call them yourself and schedule them for Wednesday at 8:30am, it’s just a damned lab test!” But I almost NEVER can schedule anything with the clinic, to get it  to work out right for the time I want it. There’s either problems with who’s available to do them, whether they have what they need to do them and so on… and more importantly, NOT knowing everybody’s schedules in the house. I can’t make that determination, and we had already discussed that. So, I walked over to the stairs and called up to her about how the last two scheduled tests had proceeded, to remind her that her help was needed for the scheduling.

Immediately, she is literally roaring and screaming about it just being a goddamned test, schedule it for Wednesday. Can’t you do a f—ing simple thing like that? And I never got s split second to remind her WHY that wouldn’t work and what she had promised. Finally, *I’m* roaring: “Will you shut the f— up for a minute and let me explain?” And she screamed all the louder over me, non-stop and saying disrespectful and abusive things that NONE of my kids (or anybody else, for that matter) EVER were allowed to do before. She’s NEVER acted like that to me before. Still standing at the stairway, as the upstairs is too short for me to fully stand up in. I picked up a toilet paper roll that was on the upper banister and tossed it at her. 

“You NEED to remember who you are speaking to like that!” and she rushed the bannister, still screaming at the top of her lungs, and punched me on my right temple. I reached up and grabbed the front of her blouse with my right hand, pulling back my left fist, and told her, that if she EVER treated me like this again, I would “punch her so hard that she wouldn’t wake up until her clothes were out of style. We’re done here!” And I went back downstairs into my room, latched the door and worked on calming myself. But the stress of the incident caused my narcolepsy condition to kick in. 

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