sad, bad, and dangerous to know

[flamingsword]

My cousin Douglas died today. His brother Adam died last year for somewhat similar reasons: past drug use. I'm thinking of doing a PSA about telling your doctors about your previous illegal drug, prescription drug, and alcohol addictions so that no one else dies of kidney failure from anaesthesia during knee surgery.

His wife is about to have the worst Valentine's ever. Their kids are, I believe, 6 and 4. My Aunt and Uncle have aged a lot this last year; greif is harder on parents. I'm not honestly expecting that uncle to last another 2 years considering his previous drinking habits. I respect that particular uncle more than the others. He was the first person to start drinking moderately, when he realized what a jackass he was becoming. He started the trend of responsible behavior, but not soon enough to save his sons from picking up on his habits.

It has been a bad day.

Comments

[elucreh.livejournal.com]

Oh, love, I'm so sorry! Let me know if there's anything I can do to help.

*hugshugshugshugs*

[flamingsword.livejournal.com]

You already did. I was sitting in the Starbucks next to where I work checking my messages and reading the flist when I called my mom back. The news was a bit surprising and I may have said "SHIT" quite loudly in front of this Indian lady's kids. She took them to the far side of the room, and I decided to read the tab I had just opened with your fic teaser, and not think about this stuff until later.

When I get upset people gets antsy and sometimes ask me what is wrong, and I usually either a) snap at them and then feel guilty or b) bawl and turn into a snot-dripping monster in public, which upsets everybody including me.

Your preview was timely, my cuddlesome savior.