kvetching up

Moni popped by this morning to drop off meds for Jenny that we had sequestered because of her recent suicidal ideation, but that Jenny will need next week, post chemotherapy. Moni is leaving to go to Sun Valley with Chris.  I asked her if she knew that things with  Eric  the pinché motherfucker and Jenny continue apace, as if I had never disclosed anything.  If anything, Jenny seems emboldened, btw. More on that in a moment.  Moni said Jenny had told her that last Thursday.  So, my intuition is much better than it had been.  The suicide was driven, not so much by the chemo, but by the fear she had lost Eric because I told Kandice.   At one this afternoon, Jenny was on a call with a prospective therapist for Abby.  Abby has dumped 4 or 5 therapists over the last year and we desperately want her to have one, what with COVID-19 and distance learning, the loss of both Mic and Bea, Jenny's cancer, and Jenny's long-term and ongoing affair...

We went back to hospital on Friday at 11. Jen was in excruciating pain and nauseous.  We came in at the direction of Dr. P.  His nurse called around 11 and asked Jenny to go back to the ER to get an additional CT scan of her abdomen Jenny was angry because I didn't call an ambulance as Moni had done in the middle of the night that same day.  The difference is that she couldn't walk in the earlier incident because of pain.  Here, she walked out to the car of her own volition.  Whatever. We were at the hospital 10 minutes later.  Jenny wanted ambulance transport because she didn't want to sit in the waiting room.  I can't blame her, given her excruciating pain.  We waited less than 5 minutes before being taken back to Bay 21.   They get her in and give her dilaudid on a separate IV, rather than from her pump.  I held her hand, she hates needles and the pain they cause. It, the dilaudid, took effect almost immediately. Her relief was v...