Not _just_ bitching, I promise!
So, after having the worst month of my life, I'm just waiting to be hit by a bus.
Dad has cancer again, he had some surgery which they sent us home totally unprepared from, his cathater (something neither of us knew anything about, and recieved a 45 second tutorial on from his bitchy nurse) backed up and he almost went into shock. Up on the mountain, with just me, 50 minutes away from a hospital. So, yeah, I totally found his surgeon's home number and woke him up at 1:30 in the morning.
Jason left me. Oh, yeah. That was wonderful. Especially the part about how he hasn't loved me for a year......and how he is of the opinion that I am a truely terrible lay. That was lovely - and because we can't afford to pay capital gains taxes, I can't _not_ live with him and sell my house until I get an IRS exemption. Which means I've moved into the slightly moldy smelling storage room. Not that I wasn't given a choice to stay in our room - oh, right, let me stay in the same room and sleep in the same bed where I've lived the last year of my lie....or is that life?
So, that's that.
On the plus side, it means that (once I sell the damn place) I won't have three other grown people to clean up after and be servant to. I'll probably stay with my Dad while they to the treatments (5-6 months, at least) and then just get some place with my dog and me. And no other bloody people. At least I've had one "learning experience" from this whole thing - I am just not meant to live with other people.
Privacy will be a nice change.
Dad has cancer again, he had some surgery which they sent us home totally unprepared from, his cathater (something neither of us knew anything about, and recieved a 45 second tutorial on from his bitchy nurse) backed up and he almost went into shock. Up on the mountain, with just me, 50 minutes away from a hospital. So, yeah, I totally found his surgeon's home number and woke him up at 1:30 in the morning.
Jason left me. Oh, yeah. That was wonderful. Especially the part about how he hasn't loved me for a year......and how he is of the opinion that I am a truely terrible lay. That was lovely - and because we can't afford to pay capital gains taxes, I can't _not_ live with him and sell my house until I get an IRS exemption. Which means I've moved into the slightly moldy smelling storage room. Not that I wasn't given a choice to stay in our room - oh, right, let me stay in the same room and sleep in the same bed where I've lived the last year of my lie....or is that life?
So, that's that.
On the plus side, it means that (once I sell the damn place) I won't have three other grown people to clean up after and be servant to. I'll probably stay with my Dad while they to the treatments (5-6 months, at least) and then just get some place with my dog and me. And no other bloody people. At least I've had one "learning experience" from this whole thing - I am just not meant to live with other people.
Privacy will be a nice change.