But, I just can't face reliving the horror so soon. It's all too fresh. Ok, I'll tell about the hospitalization for now.
Drunken SIL took it upon herself to invite a couple of uncles (brothers to THE MOTHER) along on our vacation. Haven't seen either of them in years, but apparently SIL is their new best friend and IMs one of them daily. (ewww) Anyway, when we arrived on Saturday evening one of them, who claimed he hadn't had a drink since 1988 was well on his way to happyland. He sang songs, told jokes, and I watched in horror as SIL drooled all over him. (ewwww) Apparently he'd done the same the night before we arrived.
It was time for dinner, and drunken uncle wasn't hungry. I guess he didn't want to put down his drink long enough to eat, and hadn't eaten much all day, or the day before. Finally, he went off to bed.
On Sunday morning, several others there asked me if I heard the very loud pukefest through the night. Thank Gawd I slept like a log and missed out on that one. Sleeping heavily would reward me later in the week as well. Drunken uncle never got out of bed all day. There were 20+ people, including 13 kids running around all day, and besides yelling for THE MOTHER to bring him another scotch in bed, we didn't hear much from him. Once I went inside for some ice, and saw what looked like a huge monster, with hair standing on end, wearing bad boxers approach the kitchen, shaking like a leaf. Not a pleasant site for the kiddies. I think he scared the shit out of most of them. Someone else spyed him taking a swig from whatever bottle of booze he could find on the counter.
Late that afternoon we decided to clear the liquor cabinet. It was clear he was having quite a problem, and we didn't need the BS. We decided to send him home with THE MOTHER for the night, and around 11pm, they guided him out to her car. Luckily, THE MOTHER had enough sense to put down her own bottle of scotch to care for him.
Monday morning, normal SIL asked if I heard the phone ring at 4am. Nope, slept like a baby. (maybe it was all the Dramimine I was taking to avoid dockitis.) Seems Drunken Uncle wanted to go to the ER during the night. Poor SIL had to take him an hour each way.
Crap, my blog just cut off the end of this part of the story, and I don't feel like retyping right now, I'll finish it tomorrow.
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4 comments:
You're such a tease. I'll just be over here, waiting for the rest of the story...
Pam - ack! Sitting on the edge of my seat as well.
I've said it before and I'll say it again...you are one hell of a good woman to go through this torture. I'm just glad your hub appreciates it! :)
*sits next to Jo, waiting patiently*
WHERE IS THE REST OF THIS STORY !?!?!?!?!
You ... you ... you torturer, you.
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