*hides under desk*
Quick recap:
Thursday afternoon, Dad has surgery to have his gall bladder removed. Doesn't get out of the hospital until 9-ish that night, despite it being same-day. Friday's okay, I go to work, come back home, hang out with Sam and Heather some.
First of all, let me just say that my brother didn't come home. He may have called once or so. I don't even want to think about what a slacking, insensitive jerk he is, because he was OFF this weekend and still couldn't come up and see my dad, who had just had a freaking organ removed, for God's sakes, when he already has heart problems.
So Saturday's a bit eh, but dad starts feeling worse, and Sunday, he bottoms out. We think he has some sort of respiratory or sinus infection on top of the surgery, but he's been running a high fever and feeling like crap. Call the doctor while my grandma is over there (she never comes to our house), find out Dad will have to go to the doctor today. My grandmother calls me LITTLE GIRL and tells me I have to take off work today to take him to the doctor.
A) Don't call me little girl. You rarely ever talk to me, you never call to find out how anyone is, you never come out, you don't know my birthday, you don't acknowledge your own son's birthday, just don't... tell me... what to do. And don't call me little girl.
B) I don't mind taking him to the doctor... for God's sakes, I wnat him to get better, too! So don't act like I brattishly refused, you crazy old woman.
Played nurse all evening-- cold cloths, temperature-taking, etc. Dad got to feeling better until later in the night, by which point I was already trying to get some sleep.
Now I'm at work and will leave later to take him to the doctor. I'm just... tired and crabby and feeling selfish and bratty. I can't help it. I'm worried about my father, and I hate my brother muchly at this point. On that note, I'm going to confession tonight because I haven't been in probably ten years or more, and I feel I should get this whole selfishness, brattiness off my back and seek forgiveness for being such a WHINY idiot.
Your may now return to your regularly scheduled Pollyanna Manda.
Thursday afternoon, Dad has surgery to have his gall bladder removed. Doesn't get out of the hospital until 9-ish that night, despite it being same-day. Friday's okay, I go to work, come back home, hang out with Sam and Heather some.
First of all, let me just say that my brother didn't come home. He may have called once or so. I don't even want to think about what a slacking, insensitive jerk he is, because he was OFF this weekend and still couldn't come up and see my dad, who had just had a freaking organ removed, for God's sakes, when he already has heart problems.
So Saturday's a bit eh, but dad starts feeling worse, and Sunday, he bottoms out. We think he has some sort of respiratory or sinus infection on top of the surgery, but he's been running a high fever and feeling like crap. Call the doctor while my grandma is over there (she never comes to our house), find out Dad will have to go to the doctor today. My grandmother calls me LITTLE GIRL and tells me I have to take off work today to take him to the doctor.
A) Don't call me little girl. You rarely ever talk to me, you never call to find out how anyone is, you never come out, you don't know my birthday, you don't acknowledge your own son's birthday, just don't... tell me... what to do. And don't call me little girl.
B) I don't mind taking him to the doctor... for God's sakes, I wnat him to get better, too! So don't act like I brattishly refused, you crazy old woman.
Played nurse all evening-- cold cloths, temperature-taking, etc. Dad got to feeling better until later in the night, by which point I was already trying to get some sleep.
Now I'm at work and will leave later to take him to the doctor. I'm just... tired and crabby and feeling selfish and bratty. I can't help it. I'm worried about my father, and I hate my brother muchly at this point. On that note, I'm going to confession tonight because I haven't been in probably ten years or more, and I feel I should get this whole selfishness, brattiness off my back and seek forgiveness for being such a WHINY idiot.
Your may now return to your regularly scheduled Pollyanna Manda.