metanoia's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Scum Face I have some kind of scum eating away at my left cheek. I have no idea what it is. Just an itchy bump that then scabs over. Not really a blister or anything, just an itch area that gets a little flat scab on it. Fuck. Will this ever end, this endless array of ailments and general malaise? Probably not, but � fuck. I got some anti-bacterial ointment at the drugstore at lunchtime. Maybe it will help. My niece called me last night. She was in a tizzy because her brother called and left her a message at 3 am that his marriage was over and he was coming down to see her. She was freaking because her husband does not like her brother (thinks he�s a deadbeat, actually) and she was afraid brother would show up and husband and brother would go at it. She also didn�t really want brother to stay with her, because last time he drank all the time and charged porn to her cable bill to the tune of $365. Heh. This is my nephew who almost died last year from Alcoholic Hepatitis, something I had never heard of until he was stricken. He was extremely ill, and almost died. His liver failed and he had internal bleeding. He was in bad shape. They told him that he would die next time he drank any alcohol. He straightened up and was not drinking this past year. Then, when he would call I would notice he was slurring his words. I thought it could have been from when he was in a coma. The doctors said he may have suffered a few small strokes and brain damage (all of this induced by the Alcoholic Hepatitis). But Jamie believes he was drinking when he called and left the message he was coming for a visit. His wife is not yet 21. He is 41. She is a sweet girl and was recently raped. This is what I believe has caused my nephew to begin drinking again. He is extremely overwrought and depressed and full of rage from the incident, and all of these emotions are understandable. But, I am afraid he has started drinking again to �cope�, which is not really coping at all, just being able to distance from the problem and never deal with it. So that was a really nice phone call. I am going to the beach for a couple of days. I need it. K and I both need it. A nice, relaxing time just for him and for me. No in-laws, no family, no friends. It will be great. No matter what happens � rain, snow, hurricane � it will be great. I will have to call in sick, though. What a pity. Heh. Sneh. K bought a bigger TV. Just what we needed. Another bill. And a bigger TV. Bleh. But he is happy, and it was so big it would not fit in the car and he had to take the jeep and a little trailer to go get it. Oh my God, I am sure it is a huge monstrous thing. He is just real excited about it. Gah. Go figure. Maybe this stuff on my face is impetigo, I know it is some type of dermatitis. I thought it might have been poison ivy, but it seems to be spreading. If this multi-sporin type salve doesn�t affect it, I will go to Dr. tomorrow. Cause I�m leaving for the beach no matter what on Thursday night! 2:18 p.m. - 2003-09-09 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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