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ElectricWhite
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You know the cartoons where the coyote is walking along when – POW! – an anvil drops on him from a clear blue sky? Well, the past couple of weeks have me feeling that way.
The first anvil
A little over two weeks ago, I discovered that, for at least ten years, I’ve been living within walking distance of a serial killer. You read right – A FREAKIN' SERIAL KILLER!
A neighbor was found dead in his house. He was arrested and charged in her death. While the police were interviewing him, he admitted to killing another woman ten years ago and dumping her body in a nearby river. So, while a team was dragging the river, hoping to find any remains of this woman, the body of another woman who had vanished a month ago was found tucked under his back porch. Now there are two storage units in front of his house, crammed with evidence, heavy equipment digging up his entire yard, and detectives from all across the country looking for any clues that might link this guy to any of their missing persons cases.
The second anvil
For two weeks now, my dad’s been in the hospital, having another bout with pneumonia. While he hasn’t gotten back to the way he was before he got sick, he seemed to have been making progress.
Well, this morning I got a phone call from a social worker at the hospital.
“Miss White,†she said, “what hospice plans do you have for your dad?â€
Hospice?! Um, hang on a minute, I need to pound on my chest to restart my heart...
I spent most of the rest of the day unable to eat and going through more crying spells than I could count while I was being crushed by the thought of this being the last couple of weeks of my dad’s life. How was I going to break this to the rest of the family? And what about final arrangements?
Finally, Dad’s doctor called – Dad didn’t need a hospice. (Thank God!) Apparently this social worker had developed her own criteria and had taken it upon herself to contact several families to push them toward hospice care. (The hospital’s still working on finding out why she did this, let alone who the hell she though she was to actually do it!)
Dad’s doctor apologized profusely for what happened. (I appreciated that, though he didn’t need to, since this wasn’t his doing.) He then gave me the latest update on Dad’s condition: they’d stopped giving him antibiotics and are going to keep him in the hospital for a couple more days to make sure nothing happens. By the end of the week Dad should be released.
I AM glad this one worked out all right. But, JEEZ!
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KT1972
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09-05-2012 15:21
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ElectricWhite
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quote: | Originally posted by Cep
Hope your all OK dealing with it all! |
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Now that I've gotten past the initial shock of it all, I'm doing okay.* (Thanks, Cep!) Plus, if anybody decides to write my biography, this period will make it one heck of a story!
* If I thought it would help, I'd start carrying a tiny umbrella with me to hide under the next time an anvil drops!
quote: | Originally posted by Becky Rock
Thank goodness they caught that nut job. Did you get bad vibes from him or was it a total shock? |
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Actually, I never met him. He lived just far enough away that I wouldn't socialize with him as easily as I would with someone on my block. But he was located in a spot where I'd frequently pass by, and I used to go by there more frequently before I was in the wheelchair, because I used to walk or ride my bike quite often. I guess I (thankfully) didn't have that certain "something" that would have caught his attention!
quote: | Originally posted by Becky Rock
That social worker needs to find a new job. You could sue her for mental duress. |
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I don't think you realize how true that is -- she was booted out of there so fast her rear end has road rash! While I did think about a lawsuit for a moment, I figure that she's already getting hit with the consequences of her actions, plus I'm sure one or two other families will be taking that course. If I or one of my family members had suffered a heart attack, a stroke, or some other long-term harm, then I might have consulted a lawyer. As it stands now, this will be yet another "believe it or not" chapter in the strange tale that is my family history!
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