My daughter married an addict. She found him od several times, and each time she had to call 911 and do cpr. The last time was two weeks after Dallas Cowboy, Mark Tuinei, bought and shot up from a heroin dealer (apparently my new son in law didn't know his new neighbor was a dealer) that lived across from them, and died of an overdose.
Anna said he called her at work, and after she got off the phone she said he was too casual, and she left found him on the floor in the living room barely breathing, so she did what she had before call 911 and that she would give him a breath and was looking frantically for drugs and couldn't find it, but as she was giving him another breath she looked up under a end table and found it and a syringe, so she dumps everything down the sink, ran outside and pitched the syringe. When LE got there they asked if anything was in the apartment and Anna said no. While the paramedics were loading her him in the ambulance, she went to Medical City, the closes hospital and he wasn't there, they had transported him to Presbyterian a few miles futher down the road. So she goes there and reporters are outside of the er, and she walks in, tells them her name and a nurse took her inside of the hospital to a small office. The reporters wanted to talk to her husband, because a whole lot of kids from Plano were od ing at an alarming rate, ( he was from there, at twenty five he was older than most) and she didn't have to talk with them if that was what she wanted. She got to see her husband several hours later and the fool was thinking about speaking with the reporters.
Anna had been thinking about leaving him, but his dad and step mother wanted them to go to counseling (which Anna thought was hypocritical, since he'd left his wife and children for the woman) and the therapist , from their church, placed all the blame on Anna. That she wasn't being a good Christan wife, even though she was the only one working because her husband couldn't keep a job, and that she should try harder. She stuck it out for another year, and decided she was over and done with her marriage, she'd spent five years in a marriage that she didn't want to be in, but felt she had nowhere to go and so she stayed. She told me later that when we started raising our grandson she felt that there was no room for her. My sister said Anna once told her that my grand kids had stolen me from her.
One time when Anna was in her psychotic episode, she was arguing with me and pulled her arm back, clenched her fist and was going to hit me, and our Quaker Parakeet said her name. It stopped her and she asked if I'd heard it also. He'd never said her name before, most of his vocabulary consisted of calling DH a$$w&&& and ,french fries, a wolf whistle and could sound like a lawn mower for hours when we or anyone else mowed. My grandson found him in our backyard , and we brought him in and when he saw dh he said a%%w%%%. dh asked what did he say and the bird then called him a MF. We think his previous owner cussed, wore glasses and had a mustache. He was a sweetie to me. He'd chew on my hair, and give me kisses on my cheeks.
So sorry to hear about B.B.King. I knew he was getting close after some complications he had this last week.
and I see they have a sentence for Boston Marathon bomber Dzhokhar Tsarnaev and it's expected at 3 p.m. I do hope it's death and not LWOP. It pissed me of that his defense wanted to blame others for influencing him.
By all medical rights, I should be dead. Not many people live thru a shock this bad. I'm blessed and lucky.
