Arrrgh! I had a horrendous cold all last wk. Thought I was okay for 2 days, then the flu came back and bit me... achey all over, headache in my eyeballs, swollen glands, congestion ... I stay home, get others to take kids to school, pick them up, etc. I ask husband to bring me home a salad from the grocery store, but he says he's stopped at the store to get us salads and Popcicles all week and he's tired, and besides, he's taking difficult child to buy baseball cleats after work and he wants to come home after that. (I'll remember that when he gets sick next time). I call to check on my crazy cousin in NYC, who is 81. She says she fell on the floor last night and hasn't gotten up since then. She called me in a panic last wk and said she only had one Vicodin or hydrocodone left for her broken tail bone and sciatica, and would I call her dr.? (She actually signed and mailed the medication release forms I had typed up but she was so confused, she had to ask a friend to sort the stamped, self addressed envelopes I put with-them.) I talked to the dr yesterday. He thinks she's overdoing it with-the strong stuff for her back pain, and it raises red flags at the pharmacy and puts him in a tight spot. I said at least if we can get her to calm down we can talk some sense into her, so how about Xanax? He says that's okay. I have no idea if the Xanax was filled or delivered. All I know is that tonight she says she's on the floor and says it's dark and she can't get up and the pain isn't bad at all, in fact, she can't really feel her legs ... but there's a container of hydrocodone that has spilled on the floor all over (say what--there was only 1 left?). Did she OD? Have low blood sugar? She weighs about 80 lbs. So I call 911. I call back 1/2 hr later and the ambulance attendant answers the phone and says they've gotten her up and walking and will take her in for evaluation and a muscle relaxant and send her home. I beg them not to send her home alone but they say it's too busy to keep her. I am very dizzy and lethargic and really need to go to bed. husband is tired from work and shuts off the light. I ask him to get difficult child to take the dogs out, as they have not been out since 8 a.m. Nope. He's going to bed. difficult child won't do it ... he's sick (went back to school today for 1st time in a wk) but at least I get him to feed the dogs. He's got a phone to one ear and is watching wrestling out of the corner of his eye, while he's arguing with-me. I tell easy child she has to take the dogs out. "What?" (Cell ph is attached to her ear.) "I was just about to go to bed and I have an SAT test in the morning! Oh my d*G!" (Be sure to say "Oh" and "d*G" with-the same singsong lilt, and draw out the "Gaaaaaaawwwaaahd" like you're singing, and insert "like" for more emphasis.) Of course, whomever is on the other end of the line is hearing just how cool she is. She takes out the dogs and stomps upstairs and turns out the light. DDD, I know how you feel. I'm just not sick enough. I have to pass out and have blood oozing from my pores to get anyone to listen. I am really p*ssed right now. Thanks for letting me rant.