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2008-05-27 - 4:32 p.m.
I also finally got my brother into rehab. They made me sit there for an hour and a half, quibbling over whether they would let him in or not because of ANOTHER medication mess up, but finally let him in. Thank God. The woman thanked me for bringing him in again and I got the "you're a good sister" bit again. I wanted to say "If I was really such a good sister, he probably wouldn't be here", but I just said thanks. No need for dramatics. I'm glad he's there - he's accounted for and safe. For the first time in almost 5 years. I'm getting my ass nagged off about getting a second job by my parents and sister, so I should probably go resume the search. I'm already working 40 hours a week, it's a little tough to find some one who wants to hire somebody to work 25 hours a week on nights/weekends, okay? Get off my back already. |