Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Sad fairy tales, one in a series

Once upon a time there was a little girl.   She was beautiful and spirited and bright.   Her parent treated her badly, screaming and swearing and hitting.   Many bad things happened to her, inside and outside the parent's home.   As she got older, it turned out that she had a mental illness.   As she got older still, she became a heroin addict.   One of her many suicide attempts nearly worked and she went into a coma.   The parent was so surprised.   She had been estranged from a parent for several years but he flew to her side and swore that he would love her forever if only she survived.   She did survive, but was brain damaged.   The parent told her he would move to be near her to help her.   He continued to scream and swear.   He told her he had sacrificed everything for her.  But he loved his new city and made lots of friends.   He was very busy.   One day, by golly if this were not purely fiction it would have been today, she called him and told him she had injected a bad drug into her hip, she was sick at herself and disgusted because she had feared it was a bad drug when she got it, but wanted it so badly that she injected it anyway.   Now she had an abscess the size of a softball, was in terrible pain, and could not stand up.   She explained that she did not call him last night because she knew he was busy with friends, but wondered if he could take her to the hospital some time today.   She said she wanted to ask them if they could put her into a rehab unit, since she had been on a waiting list for months and there hasn't been a bed for her.   He told her that he wasn't going to be inconvenienced because she was stupid enough to stick a needle into herself and that she should call someone else.   She called another parent in michigan.    The other parent listened to one in a long series of sad, sad stories, and hoped that she also called EMS when they hung up.  Later she called from the hospital.   They were doing surgery on the lump but they couldn't give her much pain medication since she is a user.   "They are going to cut open my a**," she said, "and I told the doctor to please make the scar in the shape of a heart.   But why," she asked, "was I less scared when I was beat up, or when I had a gun shoved in my mouth,  or when I went off a third story building, than I am now?"  "Remember to ask the doctor about rehab," the other parent said.   Later she phoned again,  sounding happier than ever, the surgery over, and the limited pain meds in full effect.

If this were not a fairy tale, I would cry.

4 comments:

Little Black Scrap Cat said...

A very sad story indeed. Did the girl remember to ask about rehab? Or did the hospital, since they recognized the girl as a user, refer her so she could get off the waiting list and get a bed? I hope someday soon there is a happy ending for the girl..... and her parent(s).

gpc said...

Thanks, LBSC. She asked. No beds.

The Farmer Files said...

(((HUGS)))

Snowbird said...

Hugs from me too. I can't imagine what it must be like.