Mar 23, 2009 10:12
Last night dad came into the basement moaning/roaring in pain and yelling at me to look up something about the appendix, and I was totally having a panic attack and I couldn't do it.
So he went to the emergency room, and today he's not talking to me.
Even though it had nothing to do with his damn appendix.
And expecting me to keep a cool head under: "Ahhh! Augh! UGH! LOOK UP SOMETHING! RAWR."
I'm going to die early, I just know it.