golfhack
11-03-06, 07:07 PM
My wife used to tell me stories about how her mother used to "go crazy" once in a while when my wife was young. Her dad would take her mother on a little trip for a few days, and when they returned, mom was ok again. She never elaborated and I never pressed.
Well, five years ago my wife's father died. My mother in law has been fine until she decided to sell her house and move to Phoenix. The pressure was to much for her. We, myself, my wife, her three brothers, and my MIL's new boyfriend, had been helping with the process and were all at her old house finishing up one day, when we got a call from the Umatilla County Sheriff, letting us know that they had arrested my MIL for trespassing in Pendleton, Oregon. We live in Vancouver, Washington, which is across the Columbia River from Portland, Oregon, which is 200 miles from Pendleton.
I was more than a little confused. This is a 70 year old woman, and no one even knew that she had left town. She is a very private person and hates anyone prying into her affairs, so this was somewhat understandable. The arrest part, however, was not. My wife and I went in my truck and my brother in law went in his truck, along with my MIL's boyfriend.
When we got there, the deputy told us that my MIL would not be charged because of our quick response, but there were a few things we should know. She did not want to ride back with my wife because my wife and her sister in law were "plotting against her." The picture begins to clear.
To make a long story not quite so long, we got her home and in a hospital. They let her go three days later because she wasn't a threat to herself or anyone else. She quickly took off again. this time to Eugene, Oregon. My brother in law went to get her. This time she was hospitalised and forced to stay because she threw a glass at her son in front of a police officer.
She was diagnosed as bi-polar. This was the first time in 70 years that she had been diagnosed.:8o: Every time she would "go crazy" in the past, her husband would take her away for a while, she would calm down and become manageable, and everything would be fine until the next time. This poor woman had lived like this for 70 freakin' years.
Anyway, that was September. She's fine now and living in Apache Junction, Arizona. Which brings me to Part 2 of the story.
I left Portland, Oregon at midnight on October 30th driving a U-Haul truck full of all of my MIL's worldly possessions, towing a trailer with her car on it. She left later that morning in my wife's Prius. I drove to Tonopah, Nevada, a distance of 812 miles. I slept five hours and left Tonopah headed for Phoenix, Arizona, 505 miles away. Got to Phoenix, jumped in the Prius, and drove to Flagstaff, Arizona, 145 miles away. Slept three hours, jumped in the Prius, and headed for Burns, Oregon, by way of Las Vegas, Nevada, Rachel, Nevada, Tonopah, Nevada, Battle Mountain, Nevada, and Winnemucca Nevada. A distance of 1035 miles. Slept six hours, got up, and headed for home, a mere 416 miles away. I got home Nov. 2nd at about 3 in the afternoon.
That's my excuse for being unproductive. I promise to return as a semi-productive member after I sleep for a while. Thanks for your rapt attention.
Well, five years ago my wife's father died. My mother in law has been fine until she decided to sell her house and move to Phoenix. The pressure was to much for her. We, myself, my wife, her three brothers, and my MIL's new boyfriend, had been helping with the process and were all at her old house finishing up one day, when we got a call from the Umatilla County Sheriff, letting us know that they had arrested my MIL for trespassing in Pendleton, Oregon. We live in Vancouver, Washington, which is across the Columbia River from Portland, Oregon, which is 200 miles from Pendleton.
I was more than a little confused. This is a 70 year old woman, and no one even knew that she had left town. She is a very private person and hates anyone prying into her affairs, so this was somewhat understandable. The arrest part, however, was not. My wife and I went in my truck and my brother in law went in his truck, along with my MIL's boyfriend.
When we got there, the deputy told us that my MIL would not be charged because of our quick response, but there were a few things we should know. She did not want to ride back with my wife because my wife and her sister in law were "plotting against her." The picture begins to clear.
To make a long story not quite so long, we got her home and in a hospital. They let her go three days later because she wasn't a threat to herself or anyone else. She quickly took off again. this time to Eugene, Oregon. My brother in law went to get her. This time she was hospitalised and forced to stay because she threw a glass at her son in front of a police officer.
She was diagnosed as bi-polar. This was the first time in 70 years that she had been diagnosed.:8o: Every time she would "go crazy" in the past, her husband would take her away for a while, she would calm down and become manageable, and everything would be fine until the next time. This poor woman had lived like this for 70 freakin' years.
Anyway, that was September. She's fine now and living in Apache Junction, Arizona. Which brings me to Part 2 of the story.
I left Portland, Oregon at midnight on October 30th driving a U-Haul truck full of all of my MIL's worldly possessions, towing a trailer with her car on it. She left later that morning in my wife's Prius. I drove to Tonopah, Nevada, a distance of 812 miles. I slept five hours and left Tonopah headed for Phoenix, Arizona, 505 miles away. Got to Phoenix, jumped in the Prius, and drove to Flagstaff, Arizona, 145 miles away. Slept three hours, jumped in the Prius, and headed for Burns, Oregon, by way of Las Vegas, Nevada, Rachel, Nevada, Tonopah, Nevada, Battle Mountain, Nevada, and Winnemucca Nevada. A distance of 1035 miles. Slept six hours, got up, and headed for home, a mere 416 miles away. I got home Nov. 2nd at about 3 in the afternoon.
That's my excuse for being unproductive. I promise to return as a semi-productive member after I sleep for a while. Thanks for your rapt attention.