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Kesi tried to die... AGAIN!
Today, I was sitting in my comfy computer chair, reading some slash, and eating a cup of yogurt before I began my daily cleaning of the house... and then I spotted movement outside the front window by the door.
Hey, lookie. A fire truck... stare wonder what it's doing here... with that police car... and that ambulance... and other police car...
...s**t. What's going on out there? Is there a house on fire...? Did someone get robbed? And why is officer "Jim" coming up the steps to the door? (he and his rookie partner come every time there's something "going on" at the house, as it were. We've become friends sort of because he's the one I always give my statement to and he's really frank and honest with me even though I'm a kid... and he's also really kind. I like him a lot. The rookie's okay too, but I think he's intimidated by me a bit, since I'm always a little ahead of him in the assessment and filling officer Jim in before he can- in other words I make him look stupid and he knows I'm doing it without much difficulty... twisted Mwahahahaha! cool Moron.)
I WAY digress. Sorry. It was the happy thoughts.
Officer Jim seemed surprised that I didn't know what was going on (why should I? The house seemed calm enough to me... no screeching= nothing wrong I thought.) Apparently, The Beast in the basement had tried to kill herself using Unisom sleep gels- a whole ******** bottle plus a s**t load of whatever anti-anxiety pills she's on, too!
********. ********. ********!
She's such a Drama Queen, as she's the one who called the cops in the first place anyway. Idiot! If you're going to kill yourself DO IT! scream Otherwise don't waste my time and money dealing with your pathetic recovery! scream scream
Jim could tell how irritated with her I was, so he got me a glass of iced-tea with lots of sugar and just told me what was going on- he knows how sick of her s**t I am stressed and always lets me rant if I want to, though, I didn't this time.
Everything is all good now. They shipped her off to Portland Adventist Hospital and I assume that she's alive- they would have called us if she wasn't or sent Jim and Rookie back to tell me.
When I called my mom at work, I think she was going to cry... it sucks when your own child that you love no matter what is trying to kill herself and there is really nothing you can do about it... I'm sorry mama. I love you, and wish there was something I could do for your sake, but there isn't a thing to be done.
I'm fine, I think. I did my chores and now I'm writing this...
Whatever.
Peace out bitches. heart mrgreen heart
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