So, a good friend of mine lives in Denver, which is only about a 5 hour drive from me. After moving to our new home out here on the plains, my wife and I began immediately visiting him and reconnecting with him, because he is just a good person and a good friend. One of those rare people that just always sees the good in everyone, barely ever gets angry, never involves himself drama... Just one of those people that you can't say enough kind things about.
Anyway, shortly after we began visiting him he revealed to us that he was diagnosed with HIV and lymphoma, and that the people he lives with are his "caretakers" who shelter him, feed him, and take him to his myriad appointments at the cancer center. But almost immediately after learning this, we began discovering that these people are shitty, and barely ever do the things they are supposed to do without griping about it and making our friend feel like an imposition on them. They constantly have drama, all around him, like this one time while we were visiting, the "main" one of the "caretakers" was being all pissy about having to take our friend 2 fucking minutes down the road to the hospital for a scheduled appointment, and acting like a child about it, because he wanted to go take drugs or something, and our friend was just lucky that we happened to be in town visiting him on that day, so we took him instead.
Then another time after that we came to visit him and he told us about how, just a couple days before that, there was a DEA raid at the house in the middle of the night because one of the shitty people there has told everyone that he had multiple medical licenses to grow a certain number of plants, but it turned out he had none, and the DEA found out about his several plants in the backyard, way above the constitutional limit, so he was arrested and shit. This was on a night before our friend was supposed to have a chemo treatment.
Then just tonight my wife was on the phone with him and he was telling her about how these shitty people have bedbugs in their house, and they couldn't be bothered to give half of a fuck about getting rid of them. They actually said that as soon as he gets his SS check, he could take care of it if he wanted to. So then he has another chemo appointment, and the nurse finds a bedbug on him, and then he has to stay in isolation in the hospital for like 20 days, and they don't let him leave until he finds a clean environment he can return to. Eventually he finds a pest control guy who he tells his story to, and the guy goes and treats his shitty "caretakers" home free of charge, entirely out of compassion for our friend (make note, there are still good people in the world, folks), and then signs a form for the hospital verifying that his home is bedbug free.
So he's home now, able to tell my wife this story of what he just had to deal with, and continuing to be the trooper he is, just trying to stay out of the drama that he is surrounded with in this shitty house, but he has his bone marrow transplant coming up soon so he can't go anywhere. Then, after the surgery, he can't live further than 80 miles away from a hospital, but my wife said she's not sure if it's THAT hospital or any hospital.
Anyway, now I want to go out there and take him home with us. I know I would have to wait until after the surgery and to when the doctor says he can be discharged, but I seriously want to take him back home with us. I'm going to find out if my local hospital, which has a cancer center (albeit a much, MUCH smaller one than the one he goes to), can suffice for his doctor's orders. Plus, for scheduled follow ups with his doctor we can still take him the 5 hours to Denver. I would be happy to.
But this whole thing has me seeing red. I am seeing red, man, like in the cartoons! I'm so pissed at these shitbags pretending to be his caretakers. I just want to strangle a motherfucker right now. So thank you for letting me vent. I still feel murderous, but I do feel better now getting it off my chest.
Fuck shitty people, god dammit. And I hope my friend will take me up on my offer and let us take ACTUAL care of him, even if it means he has to be in the middle of nowhere for a little while until he recovers and can move back to Colorado. It's not like he's gonna be going to music festivals at red rocks any time soon anyway, and we have a loving, clean, healthy environment for him to stay in. Plus, I grow better weed than Denver, so there's that.
Anyway, shortly after we began visiting him he revealed to us that he was diagnosed with HIV and lymphoma, and that the people he lives with are his "caretakers" who shelter him, feed him, and take him to his myriad appointments at the cancer center. But almost immediately after learning this, we began discovering that these people are shitty, and barely ever do the things they are supposed to do without griping about it and making our friend feel like an imposition on them. They constantly have drama, all around him, like this one time while we were visiting, the "main" one of the "caretakers" was being all pissy about having to take our friend 2 fucking minutes down the road to the hospital for a scheduled appointment, and acting like a child about it, because he wanted to go take drugs or something, and our friend was just lucky that we happened to be in town visiting him on that day, so we took him instead.
Then another time after that we came to visit him and he told us about how, just a couple days before that, there was a DEA raid at the house in the middle of the night because one of the shitty people there has told everyone that he had multiple medical licenses to grow a certain number of plants, but it turned out he had none, and the DEA found out about his several plants in the backyard, way above the constitutional limit, so he was arrested and shit. This was on a night before our friend was supposed to have a chemo treatment.
Then just tonight my wife was on the phone with him and he was telling her about how these shitty people have bedbugs in their house, and they couldn't be bothered to give half of a fuck about getting rid of them. They actually said that as soon as he gets his SS check, he could take care of it if he wanted to. So then he has another chemo appointment, and the nurse finds a bedbug on him, and then he has to stay in isolation in the hospital for like 20 days, and they don't let him leave until he finds a clean environment he can return to. Eventually he finds a pest control guy who he tells his story to, and the guy goes and treats his shitty "caretakers" home free of charge, entirely out of compassion for our friend (make note, there are still good people in the world, folks), and then signs a form for the hospital verifying that his home is bedbug free.
So he's home now, able to tell my wife this story of what he just had to deal with, and continuing to be the trooper he is, just trying to stay out of the drama that he is surrounded with in this shitty house, but he has his bone marrow transplant coming up soon so he can't go anywhere. Then, after the surgery, he can't live further than 80 miles away from a hospital, but my wife said she's not sure if it's THAT hospital or any hospital.
Anyway, now I want to go out there and take him home with us. I know I would have to wait until after the surgery and to when the doctor says he can be discharged, but I seriously want to take him back home with us. I'm going to find out if my local hospital, which has a cancer center (albeit a much, MUCH smaller one than the one he goes to), can suffice for his doctor's orders. Plus, for scheduled follow ups with his doctor we can still take him the 5 hours to Denver. I would be happy to.
But this whole thing has me seeing red. I am seeing red, man, like in the cartoons! I'm so pissed at these shitbags pretending to be his caretakers. I just want to strangle a motherfucker right now. So thank you for letting me vent. I still feel murderous, but I do feel better now getting it off my chest.
Fuck shitty people, god dammit. And I hope my friend will take me up on my offer and let us take ACTUAL care of him, even if it means he has to be in the middle of nowhere for a little while until he recovers and can move back to Colorado. It's not like he's gonna be going to music festivals at red rocks any time soon anyway, and we have a loving, clean, healthy environment for him to stay in. Plus, I grow better weed than Denver, so there's that.
