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Excessively appreciative, well-punctuated text messages

Posted on 2016.04.10 at 21:36
This week was a doozy.

1. I was a spazz on Tuesday, overwhelmed at work.  Once a year I have to read essays, math history papers with theorems and proofs. Commenting on their rough drafts is a nightmare. Maybe I shouldn't assign these papers anymore. I fell behind on grading tests and homeworks because of these stupid essays, too.

2. I ordered six dresses online to try on, for an upcoming wedding. I did not think I'd have time to go try on dresses in a store, see item 1 above for details. (Do I need a dress? Sort of! I generally don't fit into my collection of dresses anymore and I'd like start a collection of dresses in my forever size.)

Later in the week, it dawned on me that I probably got scammed by a Chinese company. It'll be fine - I'll just have to stop payment with the credit card company and document everything. Mostly a hassle, but also I really did want one or two dresses.

3. Wednesday night and Thursday morning were the dooziest of the doozy week, because E. Messily developed some super scary symptoms which ended up warranting a trip to the ER.  Not brand new symptoms, but exhibited at a new frightening intensity. I was slow on the draw that we really did need to head to the ER, and so we didn't go until Thursday morning.

Right now I am thinking hard about what it means to write about people in your life on your blog. The answer: I'm not sure. It's one thing to talk about their merry accomplishments and creativity, quite another to talk about their vulnerabilities. On the other hand, I want to be able to look back and remember what it was like, good and bad. The existence of a chronicle is really nice, if you have distance from it. The distance can be physical or temporal. But here in the household, we have neither. I don't have the answer yet.

4. On Friday I dented a car.

Here are the resolutions of these crises:

4. I left a note on their windshield. On Saturday, it rained, and I figured that was the end of it. I felt a bit guilty.  On Sunday, I got this text message: "Hello, you left a note about hitting my car on Friday night. First off, thanks for leaving the note! I appreciate it, you could have easily done a hit and run. It looks like the damage is only on the wheel well, so it's not that bad. Do you have insurance?"

Super long, excessively appreciative, well-punctuated text message - this is a Bill & Ted moment where I'm texting myself ten years ago, right?

We exchanged texts, I sent her my insurance information. (I assume it's a girl because it's my former self.) At the end, I signed off with, "Thanks! and sorry about the whole thing."

She wrote back, "Don't be. It's never fun, but you did the right thing."

At that point, she ceased being my former self and became a pious, earnest save-the-world type. I rolled my eyes, and that was that.

3. I don't yet have a resolution here. I think my resolution is this: I need to collaborate with E. Messily on the content. One possibility is that she feels like, "Heebie's blog is a good way to keep people updated on my medical status. I'd like people to be informed if they want, but I don't want to do it myself. Heebie should describe as explicitly as she wants to." Another possibility is, "Once it's online, it's available for everyone, and I'd rather not be available for everyone." A third possibility is a collaboration where E. Messily writes her experience, I write mine, using her level of detail as a rough guideline. Or perhaps there are fourth and fifth possibilities. The possibilities are alive with possibilities.

2. I was able to sneak away and buy a new dress on Saturday. Hooray! It needs a little altering but E. Messily is handy with a sewing machine.

1. Only one more paper to comment on! The tests are graded. The P&Z documents are mostly read and organized for Tuesday.

(Ace is threatening her doll that she is NOT leaving until she makes a GOOD CHOICE.)

3 again. I conferred with E. Messily. She basically greenlighted whatever, as long as I'm nice about it, but I'm not done pondering the meta-issues yet.

Here is the bare outline: E. Messily woke us up around midnight, saying that we should go to the ER because she was having a psychotic break. I was sure that Jammies and I could comfort her. We couldn't. She spent the night scared out of her wits, trembling and crying.  It was pretty frightening for Jammies and I, too. We should have gone to the ER.  All I can figure is that for some reason, I didn't actually consider it as an option. Sure, E. Messily had said we should go, but I didn't know if that was a fleeting thought or not. Now she was telling me that I'm not real. I assumed she wouldn't easily cooperate, and it'd be terrifying for her, and wouldn't accomplish anything.

In the morning, I called a psychiatric hotline, and they basically told me to take E. to the ER. I asked E. if she still wanted to go, and she said, "You won't let me." Challenge accepted! So we went to the ER (after stopping to take apart the smoke alarm and check it for cameras.) Gradually she returned to back to her normal self, over the course of the day. We're armed with prescriptions in case it happens again.

Like I said, the dooziest of the doozies.

(Throughout it all, E. Messily was unfailingly polite to us. She later explained that while we were her captors in this elaborate paranoid delusion, that was no reason for her to be rude to us. We texted back and forth throughout the night, and had exchanges like this:
E: You are in my head already. Just make me agree to whatever you want.
Me: That's your hallucinations controlling you at the moment. Would you like to watch a movie with me? Change of scenery, some movie that you know super well?
E: No thank you. Are the kids real?

She was measured, stable, and sane in her response to a crazy fabricated world. It was Alice in Wonderland, where Alice has had years of productive therapy beforehand.)

(E. Messily asked both Jammies and I to leave her alone, please, and so we went back to bed. In the dead stillness, about 30 minutes later, there was the sound of a tennis ball suddenly landing and bouncing down the hall. That was the creepiest moment of the night for me, personally. Later E. Messily explained that she was checking whether or not someone was real by throwing a tennis ball at them.)

Comments:


e_messily at 2016-04-11 13:44 (UTC) (Link)

she was checking whether or not someone was real by throwing a tennis ball at them

Spoiler alert: they weren't.
heebie-geebie
heebie_geebie at 2016-04-18 03:31 (UTC) (Link)

Re: she was checking whether or not someone was real by throwing a tennis ball at them

Also we really weren't part of a conspiracy against you.
e_messily at 2016-04-20 12:47 (UTC) (Link)

Re: she was checking whether or not someone was real by throwing a tennis ball at them

That's just what you would say if you WERE part of a conspiracy against me.
(Anonymous) at 2016-04-11 18:43 (UTC) (Link)
Out of curiosity, is the possibly-scamming fashion site Stylewe? Ads for Stylewe keep popping up for me online, and the clothes are so cute, but I'm worried the whole thing is a scam. The photos are very grainy, and the prices are way too low. I go back and forth on whether to buy something.

Very best wishes to E. Messily and the geebie family. Sounds like a really rough week.

- jms
heebie-geebie
heebie_geebie at 2016-04-11 18:51 (UTC) (Link)
Ugh, yes, that's exactly the site! If they turn out to be legitimate, I'll certainly let you know.
heebie-geebie
heebie_geebie at 2016-04-18 03:32 (UTC) (Link)
It is real! The quality is appropriate for the cheapness - all the dresses I picked were in the $60-$70 range. Better quality than Old Navy, maybe on par with The Gap or Banana Republic.
(Anonymous) at 2016-04-12 04:32 (UTC) (Link)

Phew!

I'm so glad E. Messily is better! Sounds like a rough night all around.

md 20/400
heebie-geebie
heebie_geebie at 2016-04-18 03:31 (UTC) (Link)

Re: Phew!

Me too! It was really a roller coaster. In hindsight, I keep kicking myself for being so slow on the draw.
e_messily at 2016-04-20 12:48 (UTC) (Link)

Re: Phew!

thanks :) Me too!
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