We’re only making plans for Nigel

Loony the younger is home. Picked her up from beautiful West Hills yesterday morning after her 2 week vacation and cognitive rehabilitation.
I have her ‘contract’ written up and ready to sign.
Things are going to be much different around here now.
I hope. After all hope springs eternal. Or is that forward? No matter.
Otherwise she will go and live with her dad. I have agreed to this as has her father.

I’d give it a month before she realizes how fucked that situation is for her. Jesus wept. Okay he actually got pissed off and whacked, but you get the idea.
Poor bastard. Poor Catie. Pour me some water for this vicodin…

Speaking of pain killers (Hey I took a pain pill and you’re still here) I spent the entire day at the sparks hospital emergency room yesterday as well. Had a horrible infection on my finger, which started out as a sore spot after a manicure. Then it turned red, then swollen and so painful that even brushing it accidentally made me wince. By Sunday TK was as worried as myself.
When releasing my Princess from The Home one of the nursing staff happened to see it (the finger not my offspring) and told me to go to the emergency room. Immediately.
Ugh. Two hours of waiting later I was treated to yet more excruciating pain from the shots in the webbing of the finger, on both fucking sides. To numb it. Hell, they should have just cut into the thing.
Then the scalpel in two locations.
Yummy drainage and a culture taken as well. Mmmm Mmmm good.
The piece de résistance … spending another 45 fucking minutes on the gurney getting an IV drip with a kick-ass strength (that would be a higher dosage than the traditional giant economy size strength) antibiotic.
Got home after close to 5 hours.

Right now I am attempting to type this blog with a bandaged finger, lookee here. Cool!

Honestly I’m babbling on about my own stupid-ass injury to avoid the frightening prospect of my daughter’s return, and the official ’signing of the contract’ this evening.
Yeppers. I have written a contract for my daughter to sign. It specifies various duties to be undertaken and specific repercussions for specific transgressions. This oughta be good. She’s already slightly pouty about all of the bloody and graphic PETA posters being ripped from her walls and out of her computer files.
No wire hangers.

Here are the Before West Hills pictures of the kid and her hovel of
a room after I cleared a path.

Here are the After Pictures:

sign on door of daughter’s locked room

daughter dressed appropriately for school

How’m I doin’?
You can only laugh. At least for today.

This blog was originally much longer. The amusing portion of last week to be posted later today after trip number two to the asylum to pick up stuff that Princess forgot and trip number two to the Emergency room to have the hand situation checked out.
Yipee. Then I have to figure out how to pay the approximately $5000.00 in medical bills for my daughter’s hospitalization that was NOT covered by Medicaid.
Now where did I leave that spoon and syringe?

~miss r

Currently listening: Fossil Fuel (Singles 1977-1992) By: XTC Release date: 19 September, 1996