A month ago, my husband assigned a task to his brothers to come up with a budget based on the income they have if they were to live on their own. If they failed to deliver on this assignment, they would get the boot. It was the simplest assignment ever. It was an assignment I did in high school economics. My husband’s thought process was if they make a budget, they could see how much it would cost to live somewhere and from there it could push them to get better jobs to get them to move out.
Though the assignment was easy, they did not show any work throughout the past few weeks. They didn’t ask me about the monthly utilities. My husband was getting nervous about the moment he has to give them the boot. Then final happened and he received a Notes app screenshot of their budget. I did review it and it was questionable. Their idea of rent is paying almost 2/3 of their income — where are looking to rent? What kind of place — is it a house, 2-bedroom apartment, a studio? And where would want to live? And in the end, their proposed budget was more than their income. My husband said, “It’s okay….It’s a start, we’ll just keep working with them.” So in the end, they did not get the boot.
But in less than 48 hours that had changed. And wow how it turned. And. It. Turned. Ugly.
Last week, I shared how I’ve been sick. I was sick since Wednesday, May 18th with a sore throat, cough, and runny nose. I was negative for COVID and I returned to work last Friday though I still had a bad cough and a runny nose. This past Monday night I went to bed before 8pm still not feeling any better. My husband was also experiencing the same symptoms too. In fact, he was sick before me on Monday, May 16th. He took a COVID test and tested negative. On Tuesday, we went to urgent care after work. That was a tough day. Towards the end of the work day, I was getting chills and a fever. I told my husband I needed to go to urgent care first because I was getting worse and he can watch Lana. From that urgent care visit it turns out I had pneumonia and I was livid.
So we’ll back-up to why I was so pissed. A few weeks ago, I asked BIL #2 how he was doing. He said he was sick. And I asked him, “you’re sick?” He replied, “I have a walking pneumonia.” I told him he needs to go to a doctor to get it treated and he claimed “the doctors don’t know what to do with me.” How and why is he self-diagnosing? My husband has been pushing him to do the same to see a doctor. He finally went to the hospital this past Sunday because he had a hard time breathing. It turned out he did have pneumonia — not the mild nonmedical “walking pneumonia” — the real pneumonia and he gave it to me and my husband.
I texted my husband my diagnosis while I was waiting for my prescriptions. From there, my husband sent a mass text message to me, BIL #1, and BIL #2. It went like this:
Husband: Next time anyone who suspects they’re sick, wear a mask [around the house] and clean up after yourself. Julie has pneumonia and it’s likely I do too. My boss is telling me to stay home because of this.
Husband: Brother #2, even you said you had “walking pneumonia” and now we got it. That’s very irresponsible of you.
Husband: For the working adults, what does this mean? Loss of pay and time for paid time off or sick time.
BIL #2: I’m sorry I didn’t mean for this to happen.
Me: Womp womp.
Me (several minutes later): But in all seriousness, sorry is not acceptable. If it were not for me and K, you’d be homeless.
BIL #2: I can’t make it up how sorry I am.
The last text message did not make any sense. Was he trying to convince us that his apology was genuine or he just did not know how to make up for what he had done? I had a hard time with the former. When I returned home from urgent care, BIL #2 said he was sorry again and my reply was, “it’s still not okay.”
Later on that night, my husband comes home from urgent care to show me another set of text messages to BIL #2. Basically my husband was telling brother #2 that he can longer live in our house because he cannot trust him to be an adult. Pneumonia is a treatable condition, but only through a medical professional. BIL #2 never responded back. In fact, he’s out in San Diego partying it up. My husband and I, on the other hand, are staying at home focusing on recovering.
You see, BIL #2 has never gone through life experiencing serious consequences. He thinks somehow rules defy him. Out of the six siblings, he’s lived a pretty charmed life. I gathered from family gatherings he was the charismatic and charming one growing up. Throughout school, he was popular and went to a lot of parties. He personifies the Gwendolyn Brooks poem “We Real Cool.” He always laments how life after high school just sucks, and yet he continues to think it is okay to be a full-time bum not making it better. It also does not help that he lets his mom baby him.
I want to wrap up this post on a high note. As of today (Saturday), I am on my last day of antibiotics and I am breathing a lot better thanks to my inhaler. Today I braved going to the gym. I was worried I was going to be wheezing, making everyone in the exercise class uncomfortable. I almost skipped exercising and I am glad I did not because I came out of it better. I made it through an entire exercise class!
This week’s botanical walk will be around the Desert section. I returned to work on Friday and I did my weekly walk around the Botanical Gardens for lunch. I would love to have a field of Matilija poppies in my front yard.
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