First, I suprised my mother with a manicure, so that was fun.
Then we got my meds, which is always a good day for me.
My parents went off to Home Despot. With their phones turned off, AGAIN, I fucking HATE that. My grandfather came home and then went off to Home Despot, and he's bringing back something that is big and he can't carry it by himself, but he refuses to get help. That's another big stressor I have to live with. I try to call my parents, but can't reach them for obvious reasons. I then attempt to page them, so that they can stay at the Despot while my grandfather gets his shit. They didn't hear the page, several were given. Actually, my mother's phone was on but she wasn't answering, nor did she bother to set up a voice mailbox.
I HATE not being able to reach them. I am so stressed out by not being able to reach
crouchback, either. I get scared daily, because of that. If some shit happens to him while he's driving home, he can't contact us easily. Something could happen to me, which is much more likely and I can't let him know. My mother then turns her phone OFF after I've tried to call her twice. WTF is that? It's not like she gets so many phone calls.
I feel so helpless when I can't reach people in my life over important things. It sucks ass, a really dirty unwashed one with smears all over, and tiny dingleberries hanging from the hair.