Life is a twisted piece of frak who gets giddy on kicking people while they're down.
We all know what to do when Life gives you lemons. But what do we do when Life keeps shoving you cyanide pills?
Dad was doing better for a while, but then the pain started. His back, his feet... he practically can't get up now and is only mobile with a wheel chair. He still doesn't know it's C, but he started acting strange lately, so I assume he understands on some level.
I finally got around to telling Mum that I've decided to cancel my Englum trip. She started crying, wailing and sniffling a lot, and I'm not quite sure how, but she made me promise that I will still go, regardless of Dad's condition. I'm sure she had some logic behind her, but I walked away from that conversation feeling guilty and confused.
So with Mum's blessing, I only had to worry about the financial aspect of it, but I knew I got that covered, because with another two months' pay from my job I could do the trip I wanted and still have some spare change.
That is, until they fired me this morning.
Honestly? I would be laughing if it wasn't happening to me. Actually, I still am laughing, but I think this is only a defense mechanism before the nervous breakdown kicks in.
Dad was doing better for a while, but then the pain started. His back, his feet... he practically can't get up now and is only mobile with a wheel chair. He still doesn't know it's C, but he started acting strange lately, so I assume he understands on some level.
I finally got around to telling Mum that I've decided to cancel my Englum trip. She started crying, wailing and sniffling a lot, and I'm not quite sure how, but she made me promise that I will still go, regardless of Dad's condition. I'm sure she had some logic behind her, but I walked away from that conversation feeling guilty and confused.
So with Mum's blessing, I only had to worry about the financial aspect of it, but I knew I got that covered, because with another two months' pay from my job I could do the trip I wanted and still have some spare change.
That is, until they fired me this morning.
Honestly? I would be laughing if it wasn't happening to me. Actually, I still am laughing, but I think this is only a defense mechanism before the nervous breakdown kicks in.