JewelFreak
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Got to get this off my chest. Sorry it's such a novel. My next-door neighbor is in his mid-50s, divorced, lives alone with 2 Siberians. We have a friendly enough relationship, which I keep a tad distant because he's 1. boring, 2. carries a grudge forever when he feels slighted, which is often, and 3. keeping pleasant w/someone who lives 50 yards away is important. He often asks DH & me to walk his dogs when he's out for a whole day. That's ok with us.
Roy has lymphoma, controlled for years with occasional radiation & chemo treatments. A couple yrs ago diabetes turned up. Since then his emergency admittances to the hospital have increased. He calls an ambulance, then me, to come over & keep his dogs out of the way while EMTs work on him.
These emergencies are always due to high BP or high glucose -- and I mean scary H.I.G.H.! I felt sorry for him until last month, when I saw on his kitchen counter after the ambulance took him away: a 4-pack of blueberry muffins; a 4-pack of vanilla muffins w/sugar crust; a family-sized bag of potato chips; a package of brownies. For a DIABETIC w/ cancer! In the meantime I'm walking his dogs 3 times/day & they're left alone. I can't bring them over here because my Siberian would start WWIII. Steam just came out of my ears, I was so mad.
The night of Dec. 23 he calls. "I have a medical emergency. Can you come over?" I waited for the ambulance with him -- his blood pressure was 248 over 214. Stroke-any-second territory! Glucose 184, ditto. This time they could not get it down -- he was in ICU until the 25th, finally he came home yesterday afternoon. I tramped to his house for his dogs over Christmas for 4 days -- in the mostly pouring rain.
I decided to clear his kitchen of all the sugary crap -- If this idiot wants to kill himself, he's welcome to -- but he'd better make provisions for his dogs after he dies, which will be soon. Into a trash bag went: 3 GALLONS of ice cream, a frozen cherry pie, pretzels, muffins, a brownie mix, 2 BOXES of Cadbury Cream Eggs, a 24-pack of Regular Coke, a few other things. Except for the frozen stuff, which I threw into his dumpster, I left the rest on his kitchen counter -- I want HIM to make the choice: eat it & die, or take a step toward living & toss it. Have not had a chance to talk to him since he got home yesterday -- I assume he's furious with my interference. I don't care.
Here's why I'm enraged: his dogs will finish up very badly if he dies. One is 11 -- a shelter will put him down immediately as unadoptable & he's very sweet. The other is a year old with an extremely iffy temperament, wonderful when everything's good but a fear-biter, unmanageable, when scared or angry. Unfortunately not a good candidate for a family. Likely to be put down too. This nimrod yammers constantly about how much he loves his dogs -- but prefers his muffins & ice cream to thinking about their welfare. He can't survive another episode like this last one. Today I'm going to tell him all this -- and tell him a gun will make suicide quicker & easier. But first, provide for your dogs! He has a choice. They do not. Sad to see somebody die of stupidity.
--- Laurie
Roy has lymphoma, controlled for years with occasional radiation & chemo treatments. A couple yrs ago diabetes turned up. Since then his emergency admittances to the hospital have increased. He calls an ambulance, then me, to come over & keep his dogs out of the way while EMTs work on him.
These emergencies are always due to high BP or high glucose -- and I mean scary H.I.G.H.! I felt sorry for him until last month, when I saw on his kitchen counter after the ambulance took him away: a 4-pack of blueberry muffins; a 4-pack of vanilla muffins w/sugar crust; a family-sized bag of potato chips; a package of brownies. For a DIABETIC w/ cancer! In the meantime I'm walking his dogs 3 times/day & they're left alone. I can't bring them over here because my Siberian would start WWIII. Steam just came out of my ears, I was so mad.
The night of Dec. 23 he calls. "I have a medical emergency. Can you come over?" I waited for the ambulance with him -- his blood pressure was 248 over 214. Stroke-any-second territory! Glucose 184, ditto. This time they could not get it down -- he was in ICU until the 25th, finally he came home yesterday afternoon. I tramped to his house for his dogs over Christmas for 4 days -- in the mostly pouring rain.
I decided to clear his kitchen of all the sugary crap -- If this idiot wants to kill himself, he's welcome to -- but he'd better make provisions for his dogs after he dies, which will be soon. Into a trash bag went: 3 GALLONS of ice cream, a frozen cherry pie, pretzels, muffins, a brownie mix, 2 BOXES of Cadbury Cream Eggs, a 24-pack of Regular Coke, a few other things. Except for the frozen stuff, which I threw into his dumpster, I left the rest on his kitchen counter -- I want HIM to make the choice: eat it & die, or take a step toward living & toss it. Have not had a chance to talk to him since he got home yesterday -- I assume he's furious with my interference. I don't care.
Here's why I'm enraged: his dogs will finish up very badly if he dies. One is 11 -- a shelter will put him down immediately as unadoptable & he's very sweet. The other is a year old with an extremely iffy temperament, wonderful when everything's good but a fear-biter, unmanageable, when scared or angry. Unfortunately not a good candidate for a family. Likely to be put down too. This nimrod yammers constantly about how much he loves his dogs -- but prefers his muffins & ice cream to thinking about their welfare. He can't survive another episode like this last one. Today I'm going to tell him all this -- and tell him a gun will make suicide quicker & easier. But first, provide for your dogs! He has a choice. They do not. Sad to see somebody die of stupidity.
--- Laurie