The whole truth and nothing but the truth about my husband, his parents, and me - That Woman.
Tuesday, November 10, 2015
In which Sly is back in the hospital because he is dehydrated because he won't drink water and I tell Primo just take him the bourbon it can't hurt him at this point
And Sly is back in the hospital.
This rollercoaster is never going to end.
I got a late-night call from Jack, who had gotten a call from the rehab center. (We're not sure why they didn't call me; maybe because he had a local number.) Dad was sent to the ER with very low blood pressure, and he has been admitted to the hospital again for dehydration and probable C. diff colitis.
This is good in that he'll get the care he needs, but I will have to retrieve all his stuff from the rehab center again and we don't know how long he will be in the hospital. I am despondent again.
He said that he does not want to be resuscitated if his heart stops or if his breathing stops. I think he has lost all motivation to get better.
Two weeks before our wedding, my husband's parents called to tell him 1. they weren't coming and 2. he shouldn't marry me. Since then, I have gotten along with them about as well as you might think. PS They died hating me and disinherited my husband. PPS None of this is made up. None of it.
And now, Primo is running for state-level public office. And - it's not fun. For either of us.