Posted

Oct 7th 2008

Mood

Bitter

So my dad called last night, thank god my boy was over or I might have freaked out a little. I was too nervous to answer the phone so, well I didn't.

My mom comes home today and says "Your brother had an error in his bank account, it was showing all his funds missing, so he called your dad for advice."

Cue facepalm. My dad is a paranoid schizophrenic. This is not the type of person you want to call when there's a problem.

Apparently my dad went into Panic Mode and told him that because of the current economy, the bank must have failed and there is 'no way you'll get that money back.' My poor brother Cory believed him for some reason, and instead of waiting one simple night to call the bank to get it sorted out, he sought help from my Aunt Janet, who instantly bought him plane tickets to come home -tonight.- Which I don't see how that'll do -any- good seeing as his job and his apartment are still on the other side of the country.

THEN my mom informs me that my Uncle Johnny who is awesome, just got out of the hospital after four weeks. X_X I didn't even know he was IN THERE. Apparently he overdosed on his pain medication, and was sucking on a pain relief patch, swallowed it, which messed up his system so he went and took all of his WIFE'S pain meds, which left him going to the hospital not breathing, and with only 50% oxygen... And somehow he made it out with zero brain damage by some miracle. THEN my mom informs me that this was the fourth time this has happened in six months. I think he's doing it on purpose, for he is extremely depressed (With good reason).

X_X My family has bad luck...