Friday, June 09, 2006

I'm still sane... sort of!

I just want Karen to know that I am still plugging away at the Sweet Pea shawl. In fact I am almost done. Thanks for the nudging! LOL The yarn that I used isn't the greatest for this stitch (dtr) so it is taking forever. The yarn is TLC amore, and it sucks to crochet with. Don't sue me big company, just send me some patterns that will work with this yarn. It is pretty but difficult. I think it would be better knitted.

Family is the same. Can't get any help from the assholes that I share DNA with. Just ask me for a kidney you assholes! LOL There has been a lot of fighting lately within my family over the fact that I am doing everything, and the other's are ignoring everything. On top of it is the fact that he has three sons from a previous marriage so that officially makes 6 of us. No kidney is coming out of me. No way! I'm pushing bad luck aside, and officially saying I don't want anything that comes from the DNAs bodies~ Assholes!

On sort of the same note: Mom is feeling much better now. She spoke with Dad's heart Dr. who asked how she was on the phone. She told him about the shingles, and he sent an antibiotic to the house! What a great guy! I'm in love! It is making her much more comfortable, and she is not having any crying jags anymore. Thank God! We actually went shopping the other day, and had so much fun laughing. It was terrific. It made me heart happy. :)

Step Dad on the other hand is trying to kill Mom. I would swear that he is purposely pulling a "feel bad for me act" on her, and anyone willing to listen most of the time. I know he has been very ill, but I noticed that he was very jealous when I was giving my Mom attention when she wasn't feeling well. It was like watching a little kid. I know this happens with age, but she needs attention as well.

I'm done boring you all for now. I know I am starting to get long winded. Going to a BBQ tomorrow. It should be interesting. Hmmm more next time.

Friday, June 02, 2006

I'm having a nervous breakdown!

Ok well... I took Dad (Step Dad) to the Dr. last week, and also for some tests. Thank goodness they are all in the same building. Whew!

The Dr. read his lab work from the visiting nurse, and said that he wanted him in the hospital immediately. I protested that this would take a long time, and I didn't think there was a need when all he needed was some fluids as usual. It takes up to 5 hours to get a bed in our great (rolling eyes) hospital. Anyways the Dr. left the room when Dad said no to getting admitted again. Then he returned, and agreed to let us sit in the office so the treatment could be done there. So we sat for about an hour while he got the fluid IV that he needed, and then we were on our way home. Another whew! I would have been stuck at the hospital with my extremely unsociable Dad for hours. On the way home he wanted to eat deadly food~ Atleast his appetite came back quick.

My mother is another story.

There are three of us kids, in my mother's part of the extended / blended family. With my sister being the shared child of the union. I'm the only one that has been doing anything out of the three. My brother only lives about 1/2 block from me (we don't talk... that's another story), and that is about a mile from their house. My sister moved her selfish ass far enough away so that she would never be on call. She is still only about an hour away. I fought with her during the week about coming down and visiting with them for a day on the weekend. Why do I have to do it all. I know that sounds selfish, but WTF!

My sister was supposed to come down on Sunday, so that I could spend some time with Pete. She left a message on Saturday night that my mother got nasty with her on the phone, and she wasn't going to waste her time. Waste her time?? That is her Daddy!! Like I said WTF??

I don't want to come out like the better person, or shine like a star. I just don't want to go into therapy myself. I've been handeling the late night wants, and needs from ice packs to snacks. I've been doing the grocery shopping. Cat feeding. Garbage disposal. WTF??

Yesterday my daughter went with me to get some groceries for my Mom, after I got reemed out for not being home on Sunday. I got there, and we were chatting with her for about a half an hour, then she shows me these welts / rashes she has on her. My mother thinks she has shingles... Geez couldn't you tell me this shit on the phone?? I practically ran out of the house when she showed me her crotch. Enough is enough!! I need help!!

My husband is fantastic in the support that he gives me, because he knows I am on shakey ground. He listens to all of the shit that I unload on him. I guess that is why he is my best friend. He told me that I should just make sure they are ok by way of phone, and leave the groceries at the door. That's it just leave. When Dad needs to go to the Dr. he can get a cab, till I know what my Mother has.... and no she won't go to a Dr.

I can't jepordize my own health and family as well. Can I? My brother, and sister are leaving this all on me, and it isn't fair at all. My brother I can understand, cause he has three little ones. Wait till I get that little bitch of a sister on the phone though. She is nothing but a spoiled little c..t~ Sorry hate the word, and starting to hate the person attached to it.

Sorry for dumping... if you read the whole thing. I just needed to get it all out.