This old (67) broad (way too endearing a term) did it again. She found yet another way, albeit a reprise of past actions, to keep my wife engaged: She took a bunch of pills. Off went my wife to her apartment and dialed 911, then off to the hospital. Now wife’s day is filled, but what an annoyance.
I am so bloody tired of addicts and have virtually lost all sympathy for most, if not all. But, especially ones like this.
Hell, this woman has a grown son in town. Call him the next time, if he’s even communicating with you; or just either dial 911 or let the pills take their course.
