Pray For Cookie

[deejay]

I am happy to report that since the Visiting Nurse talked to Cookie, things have improved. Cookie is much better behaved and can make it to the restroom by herself. C.J. has recovered from her asthma attack, though the colder weather is keeping her from going out for some fresh air.

Keep C.J. in prayer as she is trying yet again to quit smoking; Diane is trying to stop drinking, even though she is more of a social drinker.

I have a praise report in the appropriate forum.

[deejay]

Last Saturday Cookie asked us to call 911, she wanted to go to the hospital. When they checked her feeding tube, the end that was inside her was rotten. They took her, and she returned Sunday afternoon. I asked her how she was feeling, and she said, "Great!". When the Visiting Nurse came, she was happy to hear of Cookie's improvements. Now let's hope she stays feeling great for a while. The reason her feeding tube was in such bad condition is it's supposed to be cleaned twice daily, and it hadn't been in over a month, despite our offers to clean it for her.

[deejay]

Yesterday Cookie got a snootful and went walking; she got to the neighbor's front lawn where she fell, hitting her head and giving herself a nasty lump over her right eye and a shiner and lump beneath, as well as scratching up her glasses. She went to the hospital for a few hours, then was brought home by cab.
I was hoping they'd talk her into entering a treatment program or keep her because of her history. That old woman will kill herself yet, I swear. We're getting disgusted.

[beaedwards]

Praying for God to manifest His powerful healing touch in unique but obvious ways throughout your household!

[deejay]

Are you ready for this?

Yesterday while I was at church, Becky and Cookie were the only ones at home; Cookie's friend Tamara came by. Cookie pulled her feeding tube out, and now her part of the room looks like somebody was killed in there. 911 was called, and Cookie was so out of it she tried to call her son--who's been dead for six years--using her TV remote for a cellphone. She was totally whacko. She refused to go to the hospital unless it was Hoag--45 minutes away. No can do. The cops and the paramedics couldn't do much because she didn't want to comply. She's covered in blood but never washes it off. She doesn't bathe unless she's going to the hospital or the doctor.

This Wednesday we are having a monthly house meeting, and we are going to make it an intervention. It's going to be rough, but we didn't sign up for this, she's obviously a Muchausenite, yeah I misspelled that, but I'm sure you know what I mean. We are sick and tired of this business (putting it nicely), and will likely give her her 30 day notice to shape up or ship out. Not the first time we've done that.

Pray her replacement will not have any similar issues. I think we're going to have to create some rules for accepting new housemates.

[deejay]

The house meeting scheduled for tonight has been rescheduled for next week. The problem with the Munchausen diagnosis is that Cookie will pull out her IV or other tubes they have in her and leave when she's in the hospital. So we're going to give her a chance to explain herself.

[deejay]

Cookie is getting weaker. Her head shakes in a nodding motion, we have to help her walk to the bathroom and back, and she moves very slowly in fits and starts. She ordered a pizza delivery and paid for it with her credit card over the phone, and generously let me, CJ and Diane have a piece. We got her piece first and helped her to her bed. She only ate one small bite before she called me and asked me to put her slice in a bag and put it in the fridge. Still drinking those big bottles of Cobra beer. She says it won't be long, the end is near.

Continue to keep her in prayer. She isn't well at all, and Diane noticed a rash on her, plus her wrists have bruises on them that Cookie says is blood clots moving around.

[deejay]

*DISGUSTED*
Turns out the old bag is drunk again--she's passed out on her bed right now. We're sick of this drama, her using people, etc.. Pray for any solution--she doesn't listen to advice from anyone.

[beaedwards]

But for the grace of God go I...

It's a prayer I sometimes say when I feel disgusted, used and abused by another's addiction or life choices that have a trickle down affect on me.

Before God saved me from myself I know I created a lot of grief for friends and family who didn't know what to do for or with me.

Probably doesn't help much now while you're in the midst of watching her kill herself but perhaps she hasn't hit bottom yet.

Unconditional love is the hardest lesson we must learn.

Praying God will guide you in wisdom and love and smack Cookie upside the head and give her full discernment before it's too late.