Latest bullshit

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• Collectively, we've spent over a dozen hours dealing with Crazy Brother over the last couple days and the upshot seems to be that he accepts he'll have to go back on his anti-psychotic, but for some unfathomable reason he wants to stay off of it for a full week. He keeps assuring us he won't do himself any permanent harm and he has a track record of always shying away from doing anything potentially disabling (he fears a lifetime of being maimed more than dying) but he's never pushed himself this hard before so it's hard to feel completely sanguine. I used to be angry when this happened (this'll be, what, his fifth or sixth hospitalisation?); now I'm just resigned. Because it looks like noncompliance is the new normal.
• In theory, the board of my condo is retaining a lawyer in order to enforce the bylaws with regard to rentals. In fact, very little seems to be happening. The president is finally stepping up and taking things in hand, but the nominal treasurer is a complete flake who doesn't even understand how to edit a spreadsheet. We've just asked her for a copy of the condo insurance policy because one of the owners has hit upon the brilliant idea of hosting a paid-admission event in the common areas--and when I say "hit upon", what I mean is "has already scheduled it without seeking board approval or even reading the bylaws, which specifically prohibit using units for commercial activities". She hasn't gotten it to us, of course, but why worry? The event's only scheduled to take place a week from now.
• On top of all this, I've not been sleeping well all week. It's not even the stress, I don't think, unless my GERD is more stress-fueled than I thought. I had a bad bout of it Sunday night despite not having eaten anything triggery with reprises Monday night and early this morning. My mom suggested I might want to get checked for H pylori infection, the defeat of which solved all of her reflux issues years ago. (All this time I thought her problems were structural and ascribed her passing over them in silence to maternal modesty.)

So that's me. What're y'all dealing with?

UPDATES

1. Crazy Brother has agreed to be be hospitalised. I don't know more than that at the moment.
2. Prez got in touch with our insurance agent, who brought up another serious concern: There will be cocktails. If a minor gets served, we are up shit creek in a poo canoe.
3. I actually slept decently last night. Not great, but after four bad nights it feels amazing. Of course, I may just have chucked it all away by eating Indian today.