Oct.1,2023 - 9:51PM

 I'm sorry for the lateness of the post and the contents.

I feel just....raagh, rage. The past 4 days have been unrelenting. 

Thursday was the 20th anniversary of my mothers passing, meaning I've now been on this planet longer without her than with her and that feels weird to say. I didn't get time to properly mourn though since my father had to go in for an angiogram Friday morning to investigate a blockage. Thankfully, it seems ok, but its still scary.

While at the hospital however, his annoying-on-a-good-day partner tripped over her own shoe and fell, fracturing her kneecap. 

As I said, she's annoying normally, and that's coming from me, and I know how much I annoy you, among others(I'm trying to work on it. Really.)

She has taken it to another level now. She has a place of her own, but apparently she can't use the bathtub because the walls are too high, and we have a shower stall, so she has to stay here. 

Keep in mind, I'm still mostly one-armed, unable to drive. He still thinks he has to wait on me hand and foot. He doesn't. I can manage.

She, however has upped her usual neediness, judgmental-ness, condescension, entitlement, and annoyance to record levels. I can see my father starting to crack, and it hurts because I don't know what to do. I'm trying to help, but he's getting short with me because he's annoyed with her, because this is exactly how my mom used to be and its like a repeat of the same nightmare, him doing everything. 

Every 5 mins she calls on us for the most inane thing, and when we do it, its never good enough, and if we do something for ourself, like even brush our teeth, we're doing that wrong. I'm about to lose it.

I don't know if this is having an effect on my PD, but my left arm and hand are acting up again, stiff as a board...sigh, i'm sorry. I might not be able to get you all the citrus, but i'll try. I need a hug. Or a nap. Or a girlfriend. Or a kick to the head. Or for comic con to be here.