Just a few more hours until I am fully on my way into the New Year, 2013. I am still off from work due to my pinched nerve in my left shoulder preventing me from lifting heavy bags. There are a few jobs that my company can put me in the "light duty" department aspect of what I do. I see my primary doctor tomorrow and will follow up on the out come of when i go back to work with another physical therapy appointment on Thursday.
My daughter Pua called and left a message on my phone from San Mateo General Hospital where she had to self-admit herself last week due to her not taking her medications for her Mental Illness causing her "voices" to come back with a vengeance. Her reason for not taking her medication is that she is three months pregnant and did not want to harm the baby with these strong drugs. Throw in her somewhat mentally ill boyfriend. Adolpho, who takes her medication and Crystal meth and whatever else he needs to self-medicate himself with, she is going to have a long, hard road ahead of her. I've always suggested to her to write her own memoirs and thoughts into a blog, she prefers journals. Her young life has been disturbing and harrowing. I, and only I, am the reluctant involuntary passenger into her wild ride of the fearful and dark unknown. There is no happy ending, only switchbacks to where we first started this perilous journey which repeats itself like a phonographs skipping needle on a warped record, over and over and over and over again.
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