So, I unpacked the suitcases from a trip / conference we were at (at the latter, M was MOST unhappy. I put the empty suitcase in the hallway beween bedrooms. At one side. Plenty of walk room for anyone not inebriated or blindly angry or uncoordinated.
Well , wouldn't you know it. M, after bursting into the guest room at least twice, continuing in belligerence and offended speeches, she came to just outside the door and announced, "I'm going to bed!". Then, apparently wheeled around and promptly tripped over the suitcase.
The additional tragedy is that she really banged her right hand / repaired thumb. Don't know what kind of setback that may be or what damage she may have caused herself.
Of course, it's MY FAULT per her that "YOUR FUCKING SUITCASE WAS IN THE WAY". Not for any normal person in normal transit through the hallway.... But blame she must.
Then we had to have an exchange over "where are my pills?!" Xanax, Valium, Lumesta.... all of which, considering the numerous suicide threats tonight, I put aside away from her (and also per the request of her son).
She had some few stashed somewhere. Of some kind. I don't have any idea what she may have taken. Won't be able to be much help in identifying.... I'd just have to provide my best guess.
Anyway, I digressed. I do regret my reaction to the commotion when she tripped. After having my door angrily burst through several times, and hearing something happen.... I was frankly down to my last nerve. I whipped the door out and just started yelling, "What did you do?! What did you do?!". I couldn't stop yelling for a few moments. It became plain that she had hurt herself. But how, and how much? Part of me leapt to a conclusion that she perhaps had kicked at the suitcase. She'd been acting out for hours..... Just as likely, though, that in her clumsy, uncoordinated and inebriated state she wheeled and tripped....
It will indeed be a problem if she needs anything from the surgery re-worked. She's beyond miserable with it, and now it hurts again, and quite dreadfully.
OTOH, she has finally quieted. Apparently whatever drugs she put into herself finally put her out. I hope she's safe. She's certainly not sound.
I checked on her periodically. Asleep on the floor. Covered her with a blanket. About 2 a.m., she roused enough I was able to help her to the toilet and then to bed. She asked me to come to bed to warm her. Part of the night she seemed to appreciate that. Later, as the drugs wore off I suppose, she got back into her disquiet, depressive, offended state and moved off away to her side of the bed....
I've politely checked with her this a.m. to see if she needs any medication to help (pain and such, after the fall). Got the usual, "You don't care...." crap...
And, I suppose, the inevitable "we need to have a little chat and face the facts...."
Her son is supposed to be out here later.... Don't know if I'm interested in having such a "chat" before he's around or been and gone.....
But, she should take care about demanding that I leave when I am in a mindset to do exactly that. I have been trying to get things sorted out in a more studious and deliberate way... But, living with her is too crazy making.
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