Three nights ago, my cousin’s (Dominic – the one I said tends to go running when he gets drunk and fell into some cactus a while back) girlfriend died of an overdose. He’s known her since he was 6 years old and he’s now 21.
He’d been trying to get her to stop hanging out at her friend’s house, who was into heavier drugs, because he was scared for her. But he got a call two mornings ago, after spending the night worried because she hadn’t come home. She died in her sleep at the friend’s house after taking several different kinds of drugs.
My cousin is a really sensitive guy who was totally in love with this girl and was ready to settle down with her, buy a house, and do the whole happily ever after thing when she was still in the having-fun stage of her life and not ready for settling down.
So I went over to spend the day with him Sunday at my uncle’s house. He didn’t want to talk, so his sister (Meagan) and I just sat with him on his bed in his room and watched stupid movies all day and into the night.
I don’t like to drink, but the two of them do, so they slowly polished off a bottle of Jack and several of those big Michelob Ultras. By the time the sun went down, he was ready to talk a bit, but he also wanted human contact, so we dogpiled on him and continued watching movies while he reminisced about his girlfriend, who was also a good friend of Meagan’s.
We got hungry, so Marissa (their mom and my uncle’s wife) ran over to the grocery store and bought a bunch of junk food for us. I figured what the hell and pigged out with the two of them. They’re the type of people who can eat nothing but junk food every day and never have any stomach/body issues and never gain weight.
We ended up falling asleep in a pile on his bed. The next morning I woke up to joint pain that was so bad I could barely move. I had no idea what was wrong, but the fact that my stomach was also really not doing well had me picking through the discarded junk food packages on the floor. Yup, the bag of chips I single-handedly finished was made with corn starch.
I’ve never had such a bad reaction to corn. Usually I’ll get a bad stomach ache and just throw it up, but I’ve been very careful over the last year and a half to stay completely away from corn products. I used to just kinda stay away from them, so I think my reaction was a lot more severe after having had no exposure to it for so long.
I couldn’t straighten my arms or legs all the way or bend them all the way. My left hand and right elbow in particular hurt so much that I couldn’t do much of anything, so Meagan drove me home (only two blocks away). I took some ibuprofen and went to bed.
Today only my right elbow is a little sore, and even though it hurts, I can bend and straighten it. I’ve decided to seriously stay away from corn products. That wasn’t worth it.
Dominic was doing a little better today, but I’m sure it’ll take a while. A year and a half ago his best friend committed suicide and just six months ago his brother’s adoptive father (who was a super nice guy and had become close with all three kids) committed suicide too. It’s been a rough couple years for Dominic.
He designed his own memorial tattoo for the friend (it covers his right upper arm), and he’s already talking about what he’s going to do as a memorial for his girlfriend. The funeral is going to be in two days, and my whole family is going.