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Storm watch
Thursday, September 22nd, 2005 10:54 pmWhew! Auntie is wiped out! I've been a busy little bee, trying to organize the chaos that the Impertinent Daughter and the Impossible Son create around this house, because my family was going to evacuate from Houston and come stay with me while Rita does her worst. This meant four adults, a young adult, a teenager, two children, four dogs, one of them the Dog From Hell, all here in my house. And the Husbandly One's brother and the brother's lifemate were coming, so, two more adults, plus their two cats. And then two more adults from our extended Life Family, and THEIR two cats. Augh! It was a menagerie, but Auntie was coping! I was having asthma trouble, until the Family called, and I've been running on pure adrenalin since!
However, the Beautiful Sister called this morning and whimpered, "Auntie, would you please come rescue me?" I found that quite comical, that she would call her kid sister and say that. It's usually the other way around. I chuckled and said, "What's wrong?" then hesitated, because something about the way her voice sounded, and the odd, close tone of... well, she sounded oddly muffled and ... flat? "Wait a minute," I said, frowning. "Hon? Are... are you in the closet?"
"Yes!" she laughed. "I'm in my room, and I locked the door, and I'm sitting in my closet."
"Why on earth are you in your closet??" I asked, trying not to laugh.
"Hiding from the Scary Niece."
"Oooo, good move!" I said, shuddering in sympathy. Our niece, the daughter of our oldest sister, is scary, but not in a terrifying axe murderer sort of way... though that's a thought. She's... on medication. Lots and lots of medication. Most of which is unnecessary. She's addicted to a painkiller, which her doctor keeps prescribing for her, I have no idea why. This doctor has decided that the Scary Niece is manic depressive AND schizophrenic AND has ADHD, and therefore, along with the painkiller, she is taking lithium and Prozac, and some other odd medications that Auntie is quite sure should never be combined. The result is this scary person who either sits around in a stupor, or is suddenly talkative about subjects that aren't related to the situation at hand, and one has no idea when a personal attack is forthcoming, and the scariest part is to look in her eyes and not see the person we watched grow up. There is a stranger in my niece's eyes, and it breaks my heart to see it. She will not listen to us, does not hear us, and at present, we are quite helpless in trying to deal with her and how to help her. We will figure it out, but until then...
So, my sister and her family are stuck in Houston, because even though they were ordered to evacuate, traffic on the major highways out is at a standstill. I-45 is gridlocked for 100 miles. You know, the evacuation plans were designed in the 1950's, when the population of Houston was just under 1 million. Now it's 5.2 million, and those old plans are woefully inadequate. So, here's to hoping everything comes up in the toaster!
However, the Beautiful Sister called this morning and whimpered, "Auntie, would you please come rescue me?" I found that quite comical, that she would call her kid sister and say that. It's usually the other way around. I chuckled and said, "What's wrong?" then hesitated, because something about the way her voice sounded, and the odd, close tone of... well, she sounded oddly muffled and ... flat? "Wait a minute," I said, frowning. "Hon? Are... are you in the closet?"
"Yes!" she laughed. "I'm in my room, and I locked the door, and I'm sitting in my closet."
"Why on earth are you in your closet??" I asked, trying not to laugh.
"Hiding from the Scary Niece."
"Oooo, good move!" I said, shuddering in sympathy. Our niece, the daughter of our oldest sister, is scary, but not in a terrifying axe murderer sort of way... though that's a thought. She's... on medication. Lots and lots of medication. Most of which is unnecessary. She's addicted to a painkiller, which her doctor keeps prescribing for her, I have no idea why. This doctor has decided that the Scary Niece is manic depressive AND schizophrenic AND has ADHD, and therefore, along with the painkiller, she is taking lithium and Prozac, and some other odd medications that Auntie is quite sure should never be combined. The result is this scary person who either sits around in a stupor, or is suddenly talkative about subjects that aren't related to the situation at hand, and one has no idea when a personal attack is forthcoming, and the scariest part is to look in her eyes and not see the person we watched grow up. There is a stranger in my niece's eyes, and it breaks my heart to see it. She will not listen to us, does not hear us, and at present, we are quite helpless in trying to deal with her and how to help her. We will figure it out, but until then...
So, my sister and her family are stuck in Houston, because even though they were ordered to evacuate, traffic on the major highways out is at a standstill. I-45 is gridlocked for 100 miles. You know, the evacuation plans were designed in the 1950's, when the population of Houston was just under 1 million. Now it's 5.2 million, and those old plans are woefully inadequate. So, here's to hoping everything comes up in the toaster!
