The secretary at the sheriff's department told me to take her to the hospital and call us after the doctor had examined her. I explained that we'd whisked her out the second she started to have a problem again, and that she didn't need to go to the ER. Thus the only solution, by this logic, would be to take her back into the apartment until she was sick enough to need EMS, and there's no way in the world that I'm going to go that route to get help. She said that she wouldn't presume to give me medical advice. I laughed like a crazy person. She said that there's nothing they could do and no deputies to send.
So we sat outside (it's 50 degrees) until my mom got back from seeing Gigi, my grandfather who's recovering from a broken hip and a broken should in a rehab facility an hour away, about twenty minutes later (she was already on her way home), feeling completely powerless. This is so frustrating.
This person (I don't think he deserves the title "man") was warned last night that the smoke coming through the walls was making our daughter sick (and that they intended to fix it, but were waiting on the handy man) and asked to refrain from smoking inside until they fix it. Instead he's spent the entire day filling his apartment with smoke. He's doing this with the full knowledge that this is making a child sick. And the sheriff's department won't even send someone out to talk to him.
I feel hopeless.
The managers aren't home. We don't have anyone left to call.
Our house is full of smoke. All our belongings stink.
So Paul is trying to air the place out. And I'm leaving with the girls.
This is ridiculous. I don't think I've cried this much in years.