I know I probably shouldn't tell this story online, I try keep most family business out of my blogging habits. Believe me, if I did, the last several months of my life I could write a book on the craziness. Before I get to what I was going to say though, the most of it ended with a bit of comedic value. All the stuff they put me through, and it was ALOT, man I needed that, I couldn't stop laughing for hours. I still laugh pretty hardily thinking about it. They were going to be moving out the next day so I wanted to get a jump start on getting things cleaned up. Not that she hadn't just spent six months thinking I was her personal maid slave anyway. I couldn't find the mop bucket so I was like what the hell I'll just fill the sink with water and mop the kitchen floor that way. I mopped my way out of the kitchen so I hadn't emptied the sink of the mop water. They come home from the store a little bit later and start to make a mess (cook) in the kitchen. I go downstairs into the kitchen and I tell them when you are done don't wash (not that they would have anyway) any dishes in that water in the sink, it's not dish water it's water I used to mop the floor with. That look on their faces when I said that, they said we washed these pans on the stove in that water so we could cook our food in them. You really have to understand what they put me through for me to bust out laughing stomping one of my feet up and down, totally uncontrollable they were so deserving of that. So, so deserving.

Anyway, about your meme. Not everything on there is probably a government ploy. Some of those patents probably belong to people who study the mind trying to find ways to help those who have mental problems. It's probably no secret my son had a breakdown a few years ago. It hasn't really improved much and he has spent a couple more stints in a hospital for it. A couple of them not to far apart. He was in for about a month, and they talked him into doing those electric shock therapy treatments. I was sort of surprised by it, and he had done it without saying anything to me about it as I'd told him there has been reports those types of treatments can erase memory. But he didn't tell me until he called and said they'd release him if I would bring him back twice a week for more treatments. I just told him it's to much to want to drive out there especially if they schedule them around rush hour traffic. Finally when they did release him he didn't act odd or anything of that nature, or that he'd forgotten parts of his life. One day, I think it was about six, seven days later I go downstairs and he's lying on the living room mimicking little chanting noises while rocking back and forth. I look at the grand kids and I ask them what's up with that. They said he'd been like that for about an hour or so. So I call an ambulance and they take him to a hospital. After awhile of trying to get information I was told they were going to send him back to the mental hospital and that they couldn't figure out what was going on with him. There was no room at the local mental hospitals so they shipped him two hours away. No one would tell me what was going on with him, it took two days just to get them to admit he was there. Privacy laws and all that, and he wasn't responding so they couldn't get him to sign a release of information form. Days went on and it was the same thing, finally they became frustrated and decided to try holding the phone up to his ear and see if he'd respond. He wouldn't respond. I asked, is he alert, and she said his eyes are open. I am telling you, I thought it was a delayed reaction to all those shock sessions and they erased his memory. So I asked then nurse if she thought it was related. She was surprised to find out he even had them, she said that was crucial to know because they approach these types of situations differently. She was like really glad I mentioned it. I don't know what they did but within a few days he started to go back to his old self, a little confused and paranoid but he was making progress. I told him when he finally got back home, no more shock treatments for you. Can you imagine the worry I had for days thinking they'd erased his whole life from his memory, and still, because of covid they were telling me I couldn't come there. That's when they finally started talking to me because I told them state law gave me a right to see him. I had to read the whole law to them over the phone.