Later that day I left for an appointment with my neurosurgeon and ended up being out for five months due to some surgery and recovery. While I was out, I kept getting reports about her behavior, which just strengthened my opinion that she was a narcissist. When I finally went back to work, the special treatment she demanded was well entrenched, because no one would go against her. Between her using the fact that she was on and off dating a judge and her throwing screaming tantrums, everyone was afraid to say no to her. Well, although it is often to my detriment, I have a real thing about equal treatment so I was unwilling to let her horrific behavior and the workload abuse it caused her colleagues to go unanswered.
Well, I am the oldest grandchild of a man I’ve been told was both very charismatic and rather mean man who had a bit of a reputation as a less than honorable scoundrel. He died back in the seventies when I was a young teenager. I remember that after he died, there was a big family uproar over where my grandfather had hidden his “money sock” before he died. This so-called money sick was actually a large, locked cigar box purported to contain a large sum of money (in the half-million dollar range) that supposedly everyone knew about but no one knew where he would have stashed it.
Some felt he’d buried it on the property (he owned around 160 acres of mostly rocky scrub land with clay hills, impenetrable forest and rocky ravines. He was able to farm about half of it for a living). During the debate, some interesting facts emerged that I never knew. The first surprise was when my aunts and uncles discussed their vague memories as children of bonfires in the woods in the middle of the night. It turns out that they were remembering rallies, cross burnings and lynchings by the K K K in the back field (out of sight of prying eyes) and that my grandfather had served as the grand dragon of the state in which he lived.
They said he was easy to recognize because he stood a head and shoulders over everyone else and he was proud of his position and did not wear the hood like most everyone else. The kids were threatened with a serious “whoopin” if they told anyone about their Daddy’s “parties.” Another secret that came out was that even though my grandmother was his legal wife, the nature of their relationship was more of a master-slave type arrangement. She was Please leave a writing thing I usually copy and paste that way have to stop you know I didn’t have the full account data.
To cut things short, I ended up on vacation at my sister’s home, 120 miles from home when things got really bad. I was sent home by emergency transport where my doc was waiting for me and after surgery, the surgeon told my doc when he opened me, there was quite a mess inside. The infection had leaked after my appendix perforated and scar tissue was already forming and had enclosed my right ovary against my abdominal wall. The ovary would have to come out, and soon. During the ‘90s, I had a debacle with my appendix. I would visit the ER every month with excruciating pain and after examination and tests, they would send me home with the diagnosis of “female problems”. My family doctor spoke to a few surgeons and told them he just knew it was my appendix, would they please take a look around? They all refused.
One morning my court didn’t have any cases and I had a bad headache, so I took the morning off. I went in the afternoon because I had a transcript to do. Well, it turned out that she had had to fill in for a court, and it was her belief that she should never have to ever fill in or do extra work. That was always for someone else to do. When she came back from lunch and saw my car, she came into her office and threw a door-slamming, screaming, cursing, item-throwing tantrum. Suddenly, she got quiet and left her office for a bit. Then, she came in, quietly pulled her door to and saturated our hallway with insecticide.