Lovin' Every Minute of It

So not every day here has been horrible.  Sure, most of them have been waaay outside of my comfort zone and extremely undesirable, but not horrible.  I got to visit with my other cousin - the rocket scientist brother of the recovering addict.  Yeah, that's right; it can really go either way in a family.  But of course that visit ended.  He went home, and I stayed here.  And even though I thought I was going to start cutting myself after he left yesterday, I made it through.  Until today. 

My grandmother fell three times today in between us checking on her at her house, and each time she'd soiled her leaky adult diaper, with excrement on her, the floor, and whatever else.  I've cleaned up so much human poo today, and I've now seen most all of my grandmother naked.  We finally decided to take her to the hospital, as she was too damn weak to care for herself.  Plus she started to unravel with disorientation.  Bah.  She's still at the hospital now, as they were admitting her over night after all her tests came back negative, yet she was still bonkers.  At least we won't have to worry about finding her laying in her own shit in the morning. 

My cousin was actually really good today...well mostly.  I think he skipped some of the meds that make him real loopy, so he was able to help with our grandma and really and truly did a great job with her.  Better than me.  But then, before we left to the ER, I think he popped some shit because by the time we got there, it was drunk Justin.  People kind of stared, and I just continued to pray that they didn't think he's my husband. 

The other instance where my cousin was not so good was when he had a knock down drag out fight.  He was on the fucking phone and knocked over a root beer (because he clutters the kitchen with everything - every surface is covered again minutes after I clean it all up).  So anyway, I walk in the kitchen to see root beer all over the floor and the dog standing in it and drinking while my cousin in on the phone in the same room.  Sure it's a lady about his health insurance, but dude if you have a puppy you have to multi-task.  Of course, I was the one to go downstairs to the basement and get the mop, and as I mopped up the mess I kept thinking I smelled dog shit.  Oh yes.  And finally I realized it was on my shoes.  I stepped in dog shit in the fucking basement.  It was on a soft rug down there, so I didn't even realize it, and then promptly tracked it across the house.  And after cleaning all that up, I was livid. 

Once my cousin was finally off the phone, I very sternly told him that things needed to be a little different and informed him of my misadventure.  He waved me off, didn't want to hear it, and I lost.my.shit.  I screamed at him, stomped up the basement steps, and slammed the door, breaking the mirror off.  He was screaming back at me, telling me he was going to call the cops.  I slammed a few other things around, screamed some more.  He said some nasty things to me, which I didn't really do to him I don't think - didn't get personal.  He approached as if he was going to hit me or something, though he said he wasn't, but I was ready to beat his ass with a chair.  The final incident before I went upstairs to pack all my shit was when I took his lunch bag full of meds and threw them across the room.  Fucker.  Long story short, for the sake of my aunt and uncle, I made up with him and stayed.  I still want to beat his ass, but I'm refraining.  And this occurred between Mimi's fall one and two.  So yeah, it's been a really awesome day.  I'm calling United tomorrow to shell out some cash to leave a day early.