All Little Birdies Fallen off Their Perch.

Oct 03, 2007 21:05

Well then, mum has been admitted... again.  This time to Bootham.  No idea what happened there, picked up a text after my shift at work, so at approx. 6.00pm today saying "Going to York, possible admission. Dad not good. Dr will phone him. Phone me if you need me. Mum".  Great.  Called mum, found out she HAD been admitted and was probably staying a few days, Dad had been throwing things and was livid back home.

Went home, found dinner on table, Andy liver, always good.  Dad was very quiet, got him talking, he'd broken two plates (all carefully chosen as ones that needed replacing because of chips anyway, trust him to be sensible when mentally unstable), was absolutely furious; angry with mum as she'd fallen off her perch when he wanted to lean on her, furious with the medical and psychological people because they weren't paying attention to him purely because he was alcoholic and therefore could have no other problems and hated all people.  I would only be a victim of this fury (I soon found out) if I proved also to not be useful, joy!  A violent, angry father who may become angry at me, alone in the house with him nonetheless!  He also decided he wanted to kill someone, I've told him while I'm still living at home no one is allowed to kill themselves as it would leave me far too much clearing up to do and it wouldn't be a good idea to kill me since he wouldn't appreciate being haunted by me.

Isn't my life fun!
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