Sorry I havn't been on here in a while. Just too much stuff going on in my life. Havn't had a good homecooked meal in weeks. Been eating on the run between work and the hospital. Burgers are getting really old right now.
As I said, he was in the hospital for two weeks, home for 2 days, then back in the same hospital for 2 more weeks. He has now been transferred to another hospital in this area. This hospital has an excellent reputation. He was transferred at 10pm on a Tuesday night. On Wednesday morning, his liver specialist looked at his test results. He came into the room and told my ex-wife and my son that he would be dead within a year if he didn't get a liver transplant. And that, since the doctors are saying it is alcohol related (bull) then he is put at the bottom of the list for a tansplant. Well, you can imaging how that went over. Here comes the depression all over again. We were all crying about the news. They immediately rushed him off to ICU. He spent the day in ICU and was brought out the next morning to Progressive ICU. Later that day, the same doctor along with one of his coleagues came in to his room and told us that his liver was damaged, but would regenerate itself. We were cautiously happy. He spent two days in Progressive ICU then returned to a regular room. He acts like he hasn't felt this good in probably 2 months. But the doctors are still giving him antibiotics and protein in an IV. They had a feeding tube down his throat for several days to feed him before he was transferred. Now he is getting some kind of nourishment through his IV. We are still praying for him to make a full recovery.
Now on to my wifes son. He calls her every once in a while to talk to her, but she isn't supposed to talk about anything family related. What kind of crap is that. The conversation is on his terms still. She was told that she has to wear something format to the wedding. She can't find anything she likes and doesn't have anything in her closet. We are country people. We don't dress like that. I had to buy a suit when we went on our cruise, just so we could go to the captains dinner and the formal dinner. BS! I told her to wear what she wanted and to heck with what he wants her to wear. She picked out a nice dress to wear. Not FORMAL, but very nice looking. Something that any woman would wear to church or a funeral or someone elses wedding. We don't have the money to buy cloths for this wedding. We have to give the ungreatful little...nevermind... a $1000 for the rehursal dinner. Money that we just can afford to give up. And he wants her to buy a freaking dress too. He can kiss the part of me where the sun doesn't shine. My wife asks me why I am still so mad at her son. Seems obvious to me. He caused her to have a nervous breakdown, and end up in the behavioral health wing of the hospital for 2 days, he treats her like crap. He cost us over $4400 for the stay in the hospital and he has no remourse for what he has done. If he would have kept his darn mouth shut, none of this would have ever happened. He only talks to her on the phone about what HE wants to talk about, not about anything she wants to. He is demanding she buy a dress to wear to the darn wedding and that we give him $1000 to feed a bunch of strangers that are in the wedding. I love my wife very much and would do anything in my power for her. But it almost makes me want to divorce her for giving that son of hers the money, especially after what he did to her. He is a sorry, good for nothing, piece of crap. Before he went into the army, he lived in his mom's house and promosed to pay her $100.00 a month rent, and he took care of the utilities. Pretty cheap for a nice house like that. He would lay on his ass drunk and not working and expect us to pay his bills. He would only call his mom when something got cut off and needed the bill paid so it could be turned back on. This happened too many times. He laid around also when the house needed to be repainted. I drove 20 miles one way, after I got off work two days in a row to paint until almost dark. Then spent all day saturday painting and never once saw that BOY come around to help. He had some girl to go see, or some party to go to, or some bar to go to. Any kind of excuse he could come up with to get out of work. I even give him a riding mower so he wouldn't have to push mow the yard. He tore the mower up and my wife and I had to go mow the yard for him. Now does everyone here understand why I hate this BOY so much? I'm Done about him. The more I talk about him, the madder I get. I just need to stop now.
Please continue to pray for my son. All I want is for him to come home and be healthy. This is really tearing my heart out and breaking my nerves down.
Thank you