So Jim died on 4/4, at 11:11 am.
He will be missed deeply. Going through his stuff we found some romance novels where he was the male model on the cover. And some of his ads for the strip show he toured with. He was a stud. He also appeared in two t.v. shows, Silk Stockings and Renegade. Plus he was an extra on Top Gun, the bar scene.
We tried to go to court before he died to get an ex parte petition for guardianship done. The judge and his staff went out of their way to make this impossible. We spoke with the legal aid staff at the courthouse about the process and did what they said. They said it should be straightforward. We did the paperwork, then more paperwork, 5 trips in total then the Judges assistant scheduled the hearing for the 12th even though we explained he wasn’t going to live that long. I contacted the state senator and she got me in touch with a lawyer who suggested the ex parte document with an emergency request to cancel the hearing on the 12th and have the ex parte document approved. The assistant, in a move Kafka would love, insisted that the emergency request to cancel the hearing on the 12 would be, taaaa daaaa, heard on the 12th. The attorney was quite shocked by this. Oh, and the Judges assistant was a total bitch. So a new goal is to do my best to ensure the judge isn’t reelected. Step one, call the local investigative reporter. Got a response and he is pretty interested in the absolutely insane process.
Luckily for us, the nurses apparently bent the rules a bit and we had the body released to the funeral home without the state getting involved and stopped a doctor from putting Jim on life support.
Today I took his two dogs to the vet and had them put to sleep. I held each one, told them they would be with Him soon and cried like mad. It has been a bad fucking day. Last night one of the twins woke up at like 1 a.m. I went in to get him so he wouldn’t wake his brother and tripped on the way out. The baby gate was shut, I raised my right arm, the one holding Duck (Donalds nickname) and landed on the bar. Managed to get about a 3 inch gash on my arm. If I hadn’t got my arm up…
At the vets, I told them Toby didn’t like other dogs. They said to bring him in. Chaos ensued. At lunch the Duck managed to get the insulin needle that was loaded for his brother and stuck himself. My wife freaked and I took Duck to the urgent care who said to monitor him. So we have been jacking the him up on sugar and testing his blood. That incident had my wife in full on freak out mode, understandably. We are both emotionally wrecked and tired. We are usually so careful, verging on paranoid, about the insulin.
Oh, and we got a letter for the hearing on the 12th. I am going to call the bitch at the courthouse in Monday and cancel. It is going to be hard to not lay into the bitch, I am fucking pissed.
Watching Jim slowly lose his mind as the cancer destroyed his brain has made me do some serious thinking. One of the things I decided was that I need to cut out negative things in my life. One of those things is the 'Dope. The bullshit to enlightenment ratio is just way out of wack. Too many people more interested in insulting those they disagree with instead of trying to understand what the other side actually thinks and why they think that way. Too many people who believe that they are morally superior to those that have different views. So much so that they cannot believe any other viewpoint can be held honestly, that those who disagree are automatically racists, or sexist, or hate the poor,etc. Not all Dopers are this way, but enough that the honest folks tend to get drowned out. For the record, I put this on the mods. They could change it, but they won’t.
So, after 14 or 15 years, I am outta here.
I miss my friend deeply. He was a good man. His passing made me realize that I want to better than I am.
There are a couple posters i want to stay in contact with, I will send PMs. If anyone wants to keep in touch, PM me.
Eric