Promises, promises
All right, I haven't had a real post in a while, so it's time. Things have been...weird at my house recently. Dad fired his psychiatrist after he refused to accept that he might be ADD, and prescribed him some crazy-ass bipolar/schitzo drug that makes you incredibly depressed. The therapist suggested a new one, and it turns out she's really good for him. She confirmed he has a bad case of adult ADD, which is what we always knew. She also says he has something (I forget what it's called) that has to do with dad reacting on impulse all the time, which only aids the ADD. Most notably (and in sharp contrast to Dr. Adler's opinion, the jackass he used to go to) she said he has an extreme caffeine dependancy and she cannot even properly diagnose him until he has lessened and/or removed his caffeine intake. He is supposed to start by drinking one less cup of coffee/can of pop every day/week, at his admission. Whose in charge of watching him about it? Me of course. Eh.
Now that Dr. Adler is out of the picture, things seem a lot calmer around my house now. They don't fight as violently, or as often. A notable improvement is that dad actually walks out when mom tells him to, and has stayed gone EXACTLY 15 minutes each time. I'm proud of his improvements, he's getting better. He even writes down his expendatures now, to keep track of his paycheck, and to prove to mom that he isn't out buying drugs at night.
On another topic, apparently my mothers attitude towards me is changing. My dad says it's because my attitude towards her is changing, but I doubt it. She recognizes everything I do now, and she THANKS me! I could hardly believe it when I heard it. The only thing more amazing then that is her admitting that I am an adult and that she cannot control me anymore. Eerie, like the twilight zone or something.
My birthday was actually all right. Similar to last year, mom and dad are broke, and could not afford presents. They tried hard though, they made a sign and cake and burgers, it was nice. The funny part is how I spent my day. Mom decided that dad and I should replace the wax seal on the bottom of the toilet, whichw as fine. We got it up, and I don't even think they had a wax seal on it (which would explain the lack of suction) and the floor beneath it was covered in what I assume to be excrement. Well, we cleaned it all up, and put the toilet in the tub, upside-down. We cleaned it, and put the seal on the bottom. We went to lift it out of the tub, and it....slipped 0.0;. Yeah, so that was a disaster. Dad panicked, and went out looking for a temporary replacement (remember, no money?)to no avail. It was decided that I would forfeit cash to buy a new one (Yeah, just what I wanted to do. Beg for cash from my boss on my birthday to buy a new toilet. The gift of giving? Bull shit.) when I remembered that there was a toilet at the house everyone else was staying at before they moved back. Here, I thought it would be some disgusting stink hole, right? Actually, I was wrong. It turned out to be a very good condition marble toilet, from around 1975. It works, too! So then I installed it, cleaned it, and got it working.
"So what did you do with your birthday, Jeremy?"
"I scavenged a toilet out of a derelict old house, cleaned it, and installed it."
"Fun."
After that, I played video games mostly, intermittently cleaning the house and my room. Then I went to grandma's, we had dinner, cake (delicious, custom made death by chocolate.)and I got 2 presents. A ceramic chinese dragon which doesn't really match amongst all my pewter western dragons. That's okay though. She also bought my a really goudy jade dragon pendant. It looks really nifty on the wall, but not as anything wearable. I was supposed to get a card from Mallory and a gift from Suzie, neither of which have got here yet. That's my birthday in a nutshell.
Well, actually, there is ONE more thing that happened, and hell got a little colder because of it. My grandfather went out of his way to make sure he called me (at 10 pm) and gave me a lengthy dialogue on how important birthdays are, and how sorry he was for calling so lately, and even though everyone is busy, it's important to know that it doesn't diminish the importance of my birthday in any way. This was my grandfather talking, the one who looks at me like I shouldn't even BE looking at him, who says I'm lazy and useless and don't ever do enough work. I was left with my jaw just hanging, because in 19 years, I had never heard him say anything so nice to me. I almost cried for a moment. Of course, then I laughed at the thought of that cool breeze blowing through hell, but still. Wow.
Something is definitely amiss in Wonderland. In addition to all that impossible crap happening, there's one more thing that defies logic. I asked for Saturday and Sunday off, because I was supposed to spend the weekend at Jen's. Well, I got those off, but apparently by weekend, I was supposed to include Friday. Big problem, because now it's Thursday, and work always gives me a hard time about taking off with such short notice. Well, i call my cousin Shawn to see if he can fill in for me, but he;s working Friday night. I am royally screwed. Well, I go to work, and, wincing, ask Candy for the night off Friday. She says no problem. I was like...damn. How did that just happen? At any rate, it did, and I'm amazed.
I'm glad Jen's back to her senses, I missed her a lot. She means the world to me, and I can't wait to go see her tomorrow. Goodnight, I'm exhausted.
~Jer
Now that Dr. Adler is out of the picture, things seem a lot calmer around my house now. They don't fight as violently, or as often. A notable improvement is that dad actually walks out when mom tells him to, and has stayed gone EXACTLY 15 minutes each time. I'm proud of his improvements, he's getting better. He even writes down his expendatures now, to keep track of his paycheck, and to prove to mom that he isn't out buying drugs at night.
On another topic, apparently my mothers attitude towards me is changing. My dad says it's because my attitude towards her is changing, but I doubt it. She recognizes everything I do now, and she THANKS me! I could hardly believe it when I heard it. The only thing more amazing then that is her admitting that I am an adult and that she cannot control me anymore. Eerie, like the twilight zone or something.
My birthday was actually all right. Similar to last year, mom and dad are broke, and could not afford presents. They tried hard though, they made a sign and cake and burgers, it was nice. The funny part is how I spent my day. Mom decided that dad and I should replace the wax seal on the bottom of the toilet, whichw as fine. We got it up, and I don't even think they had a wax seal on it (which would explain the lack of suction) and the floor beneath it was covered in what I assume to be excrement. Well, we cleaned it all up, and put the toilet in the tub, upside-down. We cleaned it, and put the seal on the bottom. We went to lift it out of the tub, and it....slipped 0.0;. Yeah, so that was a disaster. Dad panicked, and went out looking for a temporary replacement (remember, no money?)to no avail. It was decided that I would forfeit cash to buy a new one (Yeah, just what I wanted to do. Beg for cash from my boss on my birthday to buy a new toilet. The gift of giving? Bull shit.) when I remembered that there was a toilet at the house everyone else was staying at before they moved back. Here, I thought it would be some disgusting stink hole, right? Actually, I was wrong. It turned out to be a very good condition marble toilet, from around 1975. It works, too! So then I installed it, cleaned it, and got it working.
"So what did you do with your birthday, Jeremy?"
"I scavenged a toilet out of a derelict old house, cleaned it, and installed it."
"Fun."
After that, I played video games mostly, intermittently cleaning the house and my room. Then I went to grandma's, we had dinner, cake (delicious, custom made death by chocolate.)and I got 2 presents. A ceramic chinese dragon which doesn't really match amongst all my pewter western dragons. That's okay though. She also bought my a really goudy jade dragon pendant. It looks really nifty on the wall, but not as anything wearable. I was supposed to get a card from Mallory and a gift from Suzie, neither of which have got here yet. That's my birthday in a nutshell.
Well, actually, there is ONE more thing that happened, and hell got a little colder because of it. My grandfather went out of his way to make sure he called me (at 10 pm) and gave me a lengthy dialogue on how important birthdays are, and how sorry he was for calling so lately, and even though everyone is busy, it's important to know that it doesn't diminish the importance of my birthday in any way. This was my grandfather talking, the one who looks at me like I shouldn't even BE looking at him, who says I'm lazy and useless and don't ever do enough work. I was left with my jaw just hanging, because in 19 years, I had never heard him say anything so nice to me. I almost cried for a moment. Of course, then I laughed at the thought of that cool breeze blowing through hell, but still. Wow.
Something is definitely amiss in Wonderland. In addition to all that impossible crap happening, there's one more thing that defies logic. I asked for Saturday and Sunday off, because I was supposed to spend the weekend at Jen's. Well, I got those off, but apparently by weekend, I was supposed to include Friday. Big problem, because now it's Thursday, and work always gives me a hard time about taking off with such short notice. Well, i call my cousin Shawn to see if he can fill in for me, but he;s working Friday night. I am royally screwed. Well, I go to work, and, wincing, ask Candy for the night off Friday. She says no problem. I was like...damn. How did that just happen? At any rate, it did, and I'm amazed.
I'm glad Jen's back to her senses, I missed her a lot. She means the world to me, and I can't wait to go see her tomorrow. Goodnight, I'm exhausted.
~Jer