First the fun stuff....
my pool was soooooooo divine tonight. The temp was perfect, the breeze was light and the air temp was fantastic. I sat in my float with my head tilted back and just stared up at the stars.
I'd only had one drink. But after the afternoon I'd had I deserved it. I was home, TnT were at dance.
We counted Tom's Rx pain meds.....in 13 days he had taken 51 pills......the rx was written for 3 per day as needed. He's only upright about 12 hours a day so that means he's over medicating.
This would explain his recent behavior. He's OD'ing.
He is not eating much; he's mixing alcohol and the meds.
So what did I do? I had sent an email to his Dad explaining a few things after I had sent the pics. I decided to call Dad (lives in FLA) this afternoon. I caught him in the middle of his dinner and offered to call back, but he said "No, what's up?"
I replied "Well, Tom....." he said "yeah I've been talking with him a couple of times."
I said "oh good, then he's told you he's doubling his pain meds...."
He started in with a "I don't want to go into this................."
and I cut in with a "OK FINE THEN WHEN YOUR SON DROPS DEAD DON'T EXPECT ME TO CALL"......click!
This is the 2nd time he has questioned my efforts. It willbe the last. I do not EVER expect to talk with this jackass again EVER!
He cannot act rationally - with understanding and concern...he is more worried about his own embarassment of having failed as a father............his sister's children were "perfect", made a name for themselves. But his children have been less than perfect. That he cannot face.
So, sey la vie!
Once home, I wrote Mr Man a note telling him I had counted his scripts and that it was obvious he was abusing....but not anymore. I set them up for 2 pills per day and I've hidden the drugs. He didn't take too kindly to that.
As a matter of fact, he balled up the note and tossed it away. Then he got it back, smoothed it out and wrote "BullShit" on it.
I'm the bad guy...........again! Of course.
I am really tired of this drama.