Two weeks ago my mom overdosed AGAIN! No surprise there I was telling a few people for quite a while that I am just waiting for it to happen cause it was going to and that I'd give it a few months till she did. Well I hate to say it but I was right. That day started out with me hanging out with a friend and on my way home my step dad calls me telling me the news. He was on his way up from Cedar City where he had been working and he said that things didn't look good and she was going to be life flighted to Utah Valley. The next day Tom, my bro, and I went over to see how things were going and there were some good things and some bad. She wasn't breathing on her own at all and was totally dependent on life support. They were pumping her stomach and was totally unresponsive. We have no idea when she took them or how long she didn't have oxygen going to her brain.
Over the next few days she started to pull out of her daze and things got a little more positive even though we still don't know to what extent the damage is on her body or mind. She is currently in the Psych ward and we have no idea how long she will be there or what will happen next with her. She is in an episode and is still having a hard time knowing reality from delusions. So that was the first to go wrong.
Well the next day after we visited mom a huge storm came in. Skyeler and I were at the hospital and finishing our chat with Tom when a huge gust of wind blew through the open doors and into the hallway where we were at. We decided that we needed to leave asap in order to miss the storm. By the time we got to our car there was a downpour and by the time we got to the street you couldn't see much in front of you due to the wall of water. The gutters were already overflowing and we had to take it slow getting home. When we got home the area in front of our door already had an inch or so of water and it continued to get worse. Long story short our apartment flooded and it wasn't till a few days ago that we got the carpets cleaned and life somewhat organized after that event. Well to an extent. That next Wednesday I had to bust open our front door. It was stuck (it had been repaired before and was already compromised) but needless to say that still hasn't been fixed yet and I am getting a bit upset. Pics of flood and door to arrive later.
So on top of mom, flood, and a busted door, Mikena was being super fussy and it seemed like nothing was working out for us. Luckily all things pass and I hope that life is on the up for a little bit.
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| My front door that I busted |
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| Our lovely flood! |
