In a bit of good news from Casa Suziq, the girlfriend is ok. Severe dehydration caused other issues which are now being dealt with. She is a tiny little slip of a girl to begin with, so she can't afford to miss a meal or not hydrate.

Ok, aunt is at Oregon health science university hospital, not Vibra. Mom's headed out at the end of the month.

Vibes that ND's lawyer helps and that the whole thing is... well, not *not* stressful, because that's completely unrealistic, but with as little unnecessary stress as possible.

I deny that CJ even has a girlfriend. I know he's graduated high school and has been rescuing lost hikers for years and all, but in my brain he is maybe twelve tops; hence, no girlfriend. However, even though she is clearly a figment of your imagination, I'm very glad she is imaginarily better.

It took another many-too-many minutes, but I did finally talk to the advice nurse and I have a follow-up appointment tomorrow, at which I plan to grovel and beg for either a prescription for something stronger, a referral to a physical therapist or an orthopedist, or preferably both.

I think I missed what happened, but good luck, JZ!

And definitely good luck to ND. And to sarameg's family. And to everyone really. Be safe out there! Can't we all just cozy up in snuggies on a couch and watch some tv or something, for a while? Yeesh, universe!

Thanks shrift--we'll see what happens tomorrow. I'm feeling better about it today having rested on it.

And I got home and had lots of Amazon packages (I mean, I ordered them, but still fun!) AND my new drivers license came, yay!

ETA: and somewhat pathetic but I'm proud it's my moms birthday and I remembered to call her! (I also sent a card last week, but)

Emmett and CJ are close to the same age. Scary! He met A at the dojo when we moved out here 7.5 years ago. They became a couple a month or so ago. He tends not to share when he goes out with a girl but A insisted he tell me so I invited her to my birthday dinner last week. I'm glad her health scare turned out to be less serious than originally thought.

Dear Self, Stop procrastinating and do the hideous thing. It's been a week. You can't put it off forever and you can't get out of it, so pull your big girl panties up and get it done. It'll take an hour and then it's over. Okay? Good. Sincerely, Last night's Self

Ugh ND, that is seriously fucked up. I hope your lawyer can figure out what the hell has been done, and even more importantly, I hope you can find the space for your own grieving in all of it. I may know an estate lawyer, or rather someone who might be able to help find you one, although it sounds like your own lawyer might have a better in there.

I have a lawyer on retainer because of my business, so she's the first step in looking into it. If things end up outside of her expertise then it will be handled by someone else in her office.

The main thing I'm having my lawyer do is find out what was done. I'm probably not going to go after things in the trust. There's an IRA that I'm entitled to half of and I know that's safe, and if everything else has been messed up then I'll probably take the half of the IRA and walk away and never deal with my sister again and just close that chapter of my life.

That sounds both awful and like probably the right call.

I'm sorry that things have gotten so ugly, Drew.