Lord Of The (Fruit) Flies!! | armine's Blog

...So I saw my sister again over the Christmas holiday; we arranged that I would come over and help her clean the place up because I guess she needs help cleaning. She told me I should probably 'bring along a bottle of insect killer', because she had 'a few fruit flies' buzzing around in the apartment and bugs can really annoy me. So I did, I went there, she opened the door... There must have been about 100 fruit flies swarming around in there. We had to leave for 15 mins. (to let the poison work), and I stayed over but the next day there were STILL flies appearing from somewhere. I found weeks and weeks' worth of trash in one of her closets; I try to be patient with her but I lost it, I asked her why the hell she had not thrown the trash away (the trash chute is right down the hall, for Chrissakes), and she started getting upset. She has trouble doing routine, regular things that people generally don't have to think to much about: things like throwing out the garbage, taking showers, doing laundry and brushing one's teeth. I told her if these things are getting to be too difficult for her to keep up with, then she needs to talk to her social worker (or counselor) about it because this could turn out to be a serious problem. I also told her that, although I cannot look after her full-time, I would never leave her, and that I will always be here for her right up to her (or my, as the case may be) last breath. When I love someone, there is very little I will not do for them; I told her that, no matter how badly she may mess up, or what happens in her life I will still be here. Even so I am gravely concerned about her, and I know that I need to keep the pressure on her to seek further treatment because what I see is not going to get better on its own. This much is obvious to me...

In other news - my roommate continues to be a dragdown force in my life. Haven't heard a damn word about the surgery she supposedly needs to have done regarding her condition (diverticulosis); she is losing a lot of weight, she was overweight before but now she is getting dangerously thin and I can't get her to a hospital. She isn't eating that much, because she knows she needs the surgery but she doesn't want to do it, so she'd rather starve than do what has to be done. Doesn't make any sense... but then again she is schizophrenic, I don't think she is sane. Not anymore - no way.

Have an appointment with the dentist (finally!) next Tuesday; already crying about the money it's going to cost to sit in a chair for 20 mins. and get poked around in the mouth, but I'm already grossly overdue for a checkup so for the sake of my health I have to suck it up and be a big girl about the matter. It has to be done, period. I can cry about the cost after it's over. Maybe try to work more hrs. at my job down the line. It's not like I'm going to go broke or anything horrendous like that; I just don't feel like paying for the checkup, that's all. Sure hope I don't have any cavities... if I do I'll be shelling out even MORE dough. OY... that's all for this bulletin. Will try to check back next week, to write about how my appointment with the tooth doctor went.