Monday, August 6, 2018

Hey Doctor... it hurts when I do this...

So, got a call today from the former roommate.  She was pretty wound up, and asked me to come get her.  OK... once more into the breech.  Oh wait, (long irrelevant story here)...  but basically she's protecting a kid from his parents, who maybe are abusing drugs, and some issue came up.
The house has 5 to 7 cats in it, and is a shithole, and it's cleaner because of her than it was.

So we go to the park for a bit and meet up with some official type folk about the story, and then she decides that she needs to go home to pack, and will be ready in an hour because she's really pissed about how it turns out.  And... just before I go to fetch her (prearrainged), social services drops the kid off with her.
And... oh wait... the two broken parental units reappear.  Not incarcerated, and no mission accomplished.  Just...
So she bolts; goes to deal with her issues her way... and promises to call me at a particular time, which comes and goes.  No surprise.  That way she doesn't hurt me.

Doctor it hurts when I do this...

Can I make someone else hurt instead?  Please....  I don't know whether to be madder at the fake parental units who caused this mess, or the DCFS office that can't get their act together.

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