Wednesday, February 09, 2005

Tired of winter. Tired of people being sick, long nights, and overcast, chilly days. I'm tired of people being hunkered down in their hidey holes, waiting for the winter to pass. The holidays are but a distant memory, and winter has nothing left to offer us. We need spring to rejuvenate us and make us come alive.

I dreamt of this university built in my head where Kim and Sigmund Bloom keep an apartment that is adorned with Christmas lights. They've got good things to eat there, and cushions on the floor where we can relax.
The university is populated by cyborgs who don't speak aloud unless they are directly questioned. It is a very quiet place.

I have spent the better part of my afternoon trying to help out some baby whom I have never met. One of my clients got his girlfriend pregnant and then proceeded to get into a brutal fight with her and her new boyfriend (who is, coincidentally, her ex boyfriend or ex husband or something like that). During the fight my client may or may not have been hit in the head with a shovel and he may or may not have kicked his pregnant girlfriend. There may have been a knife involved as well. I can't really figure out who's at fault, but the good news is, neither can the prosecutor. It was, by all accounts, a wild, redneck melee.
Anyway, this baby's been born now, and apparently it has some major health problems. It's in the neonatal intensive care unit, and the doctors need to get a blood sample from my guy in order to do some tests for genetic diseases. Of course, my guy is convinced it's a trick to get a paternity test, and he'll be damned if he's going to pay child support so she can run away with her ex and the baby on his dime. So I'm spending the afternoon navigating my way between phone calls from doctors, nurses, the women's advocacy center, my client's family, the district attorney's office, and my client. Needless to say, the female prosecutor who's handling this case for the D.A.'s office is going to fry my dude if he doesn't help out this sick baby. About five minutes ago I finally talked my guy into at least going down to the hospital to see this baby in the morning. I'm hoping guilt and human kindness pull us through, but I can't force him to give a blood sample, and the baby may be in really bad shape before they can get a judge's order compelling my client to give blood. Dude's supposed to call me back when he gets back from the hospital tomorrow. We'll see how it goes.
That's it for today. Random blog, perhaps, but c'est la vie.

4 comments:

CrackBass said...

this sounds like an old Ice Cube song...

"Who’s the lucky man? I don’t have a clue
Then she said the lucky man is you
I dropped my brew
And everything looked fuzzy
Not a baby by you the neighborhood hussy
She said yeah remember that date
I thought back and tried to calculate
Then I said damn are you sure it’s mine
Cause I know you been tossed plenty of times
She said that day no I wasn’t whoring
Your ass is mine that’s when the sweat started pouring
Cause all I saw was ice cube in court
Paying a gang on child support
Then I thought deep about giving up the money
What I need to do is kick the bitch in the tummy
Naw cause then I’d really get faded
That’s murder one cause it was premeditated"

hmmm...Ice Cube knew better, knew it would be pre-meditated, and didnt kick his girl. Maybe the PMRC was wrong, rap lyrics dont influence people, or at least not enough. Or maybe your client just doesnt listen to enough Cube.

is there an opium den at the blooms'?

Steanso said...

only a small opium den

Polly said...

Sounds like your day was pretty hectic! You must deal with some crazy stuff. I agree with you that this weather needs to break. This has by far been the longest winter, at least in my opinion!

Steanso said...

It's Thursday now, and good news. My client went down to see the baby and ended up giving them the blood sample that they needed. I don't know if the baby is going to be ok or not, but at least my guy did his part to try to help out.