And you people wonder why I'm so maladjusted
Shortly after arriving home this evening, I was informed that my father was admitted to the hospital today (for those of you who may not know, he is 60 years old, and was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis in 1983).
After being told in no uncertain terms that I should not call off of work tomorrow, or cancel on my group presentation, I decided to give him a call in his room.
The very first thing he said, despite having been subjected to a catheter, among other indignities, was, "how is your project for school going?"
My mother then wanted to know if I had enough money, and if I would like her to buy me dinner after she left the hospital.
My parents are such fucking assholes.
After being told in no uncertain terms that I should not call off of work tomorrow, or cancel on my group presentation, I decided to give him a call in his room.
The very first thing he said, despite having been subjected to a catheter, among other indignities, was, "how is your project for school going?"
My mother then wanted to know if I had enough money, and if I would like her to buy me dinner after she left the hospital.
My parents are such fucking assholes.