date: Tue 10 Jun 2025 08:33:29 PM PDT subj: tragedy strikes and it pours ------------------------------------------------------- These things happen to people, its just always someone else. That's what they say. Someone is creating the statistics, and it could be you. Are you going to roll the dice and take your chances. Trade pain management for risks even worse than what you are dealing with now? Roll the dice enough times and find yourself as the stat. Most of the tragic outcomes don't get reported, so I can only imagine the statistical risks with medical procedures and medication is higher than what is being told. -------------------------------------------------------- I got a call from my sister. She had something amazing to tell me. ------------------------ She said she had a connection to her boyfriend and his family through their mind. She said she could hear their thoughts and they can hear hers without the cameras. No cell phones voice or texting just a straight mind connection. She thought it was such a beautiful thing. She said she told her neighbors and they also thought it was beautiful. She hoped I will have that happen with my wife and children. She thought it has its good and bad because she gets embarrassed having her boyfriends entire family knowing all her thoughts specifically her intimate ones about the man she loves. She asked me how I would feel if my daughter knew the intimate desires I have for my wife. I struggled to answer and although I thought if my daughter knew those, she would also know how much I love her mother. But I answered in a different way saying its natural to have those thoughts. I was answering more in terms of trying to make my sister feel at ease in her state of mind. ------------------------ All I could do was listen with pain in my heart and tears in my eyes. As I write now I get the tears. From episodes I've listened to before, I can't dispute what she thinks is real. I tried once and it didn't go well. It just upset her. I knew she was at home because something happened. She had an episode at her boyfriend's house. I asked how things were between them and she said they were great, and they are thinking of her right now. (she doesn't know or remember what happened). Then the next morning I get a call from her boyfriend, he told me my sister is having real problems and freaking out so he sent her home. Then she came back later at 3AM was laying on the porch with her backpack. When a family member came out to ask what was going on my sister said her boyfriend is having a heart attack and she was scared he was dying. I called the hospital where she recently had trigeminal neuralgia surgery a few weeks before (the 4th time) to try and get her help Kaiser nobody could reach my sister. Later that day I get a call from her, I was at work. She asked what I was doing and I said working, then she said I just called to say hi, then she asked what I was doing again. Then she said she had to go text her doctor. Later that day I called her, and she was speaking gibberish on the phone. She sounded like she couldn't form words, and then only a few words and couldn't complete sentences. I told her I love her. Holly fuck it hurts like hell. I told her she has to go to the hospital. She struggles to tell me she doesn't want to go, she just wants to be alone and relax and rest. --------------------- She had surgery three weeks ago. The day after surgery she had hallucinations, but the hospital released her in two days. What the fuck they don't really check on their patients do they? I've called the hospital 4 times to try and get her help and even at the emergency room they still can't help her. I look at like they messed her up. She wasn't having issues like this before surgery. If I do a job and I screw up something I fix it! I do my very very best to fix it. Some of these institutions are willing to take risks with people but wash their hands of the fallout. --------------------- I live so far away from her and I have two newborns I'm taking care of so I can't do much but make phone calls. I call her boyfriend and he gets a neighbor to check on her. She answered the door holding her head in pain. They said you need to go to the hospital. Then 911, and paramedics arrived. They asked her what year it is? she answered 2005. What month is it? September. Off they go to the hospital. She is still there. My wonderful sister, beautiful sister is acting like a crazy person. I can see why she didn't want to go back to the places that hurt her. My dumb ass doesn't know what to do but send her to a place that might be able to do more for her than myself. I don't even know what is wrong with her! It feels so bad inside to be unable to help the person you love. I just want her to see her family. I'm so scared she will never be who she was before, and she will have a lesser quality of life. All I can do is write about it. I'm not thinking anyone will read this even if its online, except for me, and that is all I can do for myself right at this moment while my newborns rest between meals. I'm stuck in this place in my mind, my desire to help my sister, not knowing what I can even do right now. My dreams are of her blending in with some of our recent interactions and mixes of my own mind trying to work on this problem. I so wish I had the connection she described the other night but with her. I would try to calm her. I picture her in the hospital unhappy, angry (as described) and frustrated. Over the past few weeks her issue after surgery is progressively getting worse. I pray in my mind for hope someone at the hospital has what it takes to help her. ******************************* I still remember long long time ago, one of my earliest memories, my sister was probably 5 years old, and I was 3. We were at my grandparents house in Lake Tahoe. It was winter and we were out in the snow near the house. We loved the snow. We got to put our boots on, and grandma would put plastic bags over our socks, we were bundled up in our coats and our hands in mittens. There was a small creek between homes, and it was frozen. I saw the ice, and I wanted to step on it. My sister said it wasn't safe, but I didn't listen to her. I sat on the bank and tapped the ice with my foot, to me it felt solid. I stepped onto the ice and it gave way, I fell in. My 5 year old sister pulled me out of the ice. Then we went back in to grandma and grandpas house. To me; she save my life.