Oh, for the love of pete!

[veracity]

Okay, so the tale of my life continues. I'm going back with my aunt after having a whooping whole night to myself. I love her, I do, but I have shit I need to do too. I need to apply for jobs, finish my laundry (though I did get two loads done last night, so I have clean unders, go me!), do things for online obligations. You know, have a life. She's refusing to face facts and she'll need 24 hr care. She can't get assistance because she draws too much in disability and something else, therefore it falls on the family. However! My mom spent last night with her, and HA! She came away with the fact that I can't afford to spend so many nights there. I do have to do things for me too. Like a job. And she's afraid the stress will make me sick. Hate to disappoint her, but I already feel it. Food, the idea of it, makes me sick to my stomach. And Helen went to the ER yesterday, which my mom came and relieved me (thank god, cause I got my laundry and a shower accomplished then), so you know. But I really, really don't want to go back there. I love my aunt, but I can't take her self-delusion anymore. This is all because of an accident three years ago. That's what caused the cancer, but it's just a teeny spot (nevermind it's in her blood stream and relocating in her bones), and all this is due to kidney stones (which she has had, but I doubt this is where all the pain is coming from since her oncologist said that they wouldn't cause this) and a pinched nerve (right, cause docs misdiagnose those two all the time). I just...I'm going to hit or kill something. I seriously am losing my mind.

*sighs* Okay, time to gather up my shit and get dressed. I have to wait until the laundry finishes going before I can leave but at least I can get two resumes faxed and stuff copied for my godmom ("Oh, don't forget to copy these!!" because I don't have enough stress to deal with at all).

God, I need a vacation, but having 200 in the back doesn't allow one, does it?