Ridiculous People-(grrrrrrrr)

The one crazy thing about having a loved one in the ICU are the impromptu family reunions. We have a HUGE family. My mom was the youngest of 18 children and she had 7 and we each have no less than 2. Angela has 4 and a grandson. The vase number doesn't just count grands and greats.

The scary thing about ICU reunions are the members who show up crying hysterically and ready to toss out last rites. Can we put out a sign that says 'nay sayers not welcomed'. These are also the people who only come around at this sort of time, dragging noisy reluctant children, and talking negative. The ones you would rather not see in the light of day. The mental fight to sustain common respect for these individuals is a testament to faith and rather or not you want to hold on to a family relationship.

And the one relation (there's always one) who went crazy with the phone, disturbing the nurses and Angela because she was too ridiculous to get out of her house to visit. Silly woman. Needless to say, she's ruined it for the immediate (and siblings)family members who can now not call with the 'secret' code to check on my sister from afar. When I heard 'we can't give any information over the phone' this morning, I was really nervous. But she is doing really good. Her husband gave a glowing report. Even better than we received last night.

The awesome thing about these kinds of reunions are the people God sends to comfort and inform. One of my cousins (she and Angie are like two peas) drove in from Louisiana just to visit for the 15 min. before going back. Can you imagine the love to make a 4 hr. trip for fifteen minutes of time. She is an RN.  and was able to share a lot of her knowledge and ease concern. I think what really helped Angela was the friend who had been through the same thing and is living through Lupus. Angie said once she talked to her friend she felt encouraged and it showed in her face and attitude.

The sweet things about yesterday's reunion was seeing the twins that used to live with us. They were so excited and clingy. I hated to leave them as much as they hated leaving. Wish I could have popped them in the trunk and brought them back. Their silly daddy had them ridding around in a souped up Impala without car seats, watching vulgar rap videos on his multi-screened seats.But alas, I blogged about them way too many times. Ridiculous people never change.