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Dad's MS is getting worse. He's seriously getting more and more ******** up with each passing day. His memory is shot, his temper is suicide-provoking, and he can't walk in a straight line anymore. His ******** temper...holy Christ. Yesterday, he yelled at me for asking him to have some goddamned patients. We were working on the hill down to the water and we had to connect two hoses. Me, sis, and mum were pulling them while he screwed them together. It went like this:
Him: I need another inch. Me: I'm trying... *pulls* Okay, hang on- *lets go to change position* << It slips down the hill a bit >> Him: *HEAVY SIGH* Just lost it. Me: Lemme try again, *pulls* Jen, pull. Jen: I'm pulling! Me: Let's try this another way. *Lets go to change position again* << It slips a bit again >> Him: Lost it /again/. Me: Alright, could you just have some patients, please? Could- Him: DON'T TELL ME TO HAVE PATIENTS! I'VE BEEN DOING THIS ALONE FOR THREE YEARS NOW AND I'VE DONE IT SUCCESSFULLY ALONE IN THE PAST!!! YOU WANT IT DONE, DO IT YOURSELF!
Give or take a couple swears.
Then he stomped away and me, jen, and mum did it ourselves. We found him inside, plopped infront of the t.v. I almost think he wanted to yell at me and walk away, just to get out of working. He never helps anymore. His wife and kids do everything for him and I personally think that's really, really low. Pathetic.
So that night, he accidentally took my mom's high blood-pressure meds. I don't know HOW, she buys him those day-to-day pill containers. I don't even know how he took her pills. So, naturally, they made him really weak...lowered his blood pressure. I dunno, I guess that led to this:
This morning he was sitting on these pillar things on either side of the driveway and he fell over backwards into the ditch. And aparently hurt his neck. So mum comes running to me and tells me to help her with him. He was laying in the dirt in the front yard, not moving. I was pissed. Mainly because he pulled similiar s**t a couple years ago. He tripped by the sandpit and layed there for the rest of the afternoon, refusing to move to have anyone help move him. I don't know why.
So mum and I try to get him up and into a chair. Success. Then mum suggests trying to get him into the house. He declines. A moment later, she suggests again and he says: "Barb," *heavy sigh* "I know you don't want to sit out here with me, but-" Mum says, "I just want to get you into the house to lay down!"
That b*****d is so self-centered! I can't believe it! She's thinking of him and ONLY him, and he can't even be decent to her! So they made it inside and he layed in bed for the rest of the day...sis and I went out and did some stuff but the day was basically ruined. We went home at 4 instead of 6 and here I am now, rotting away in the 90 degree heat of the upstairs of this ******** house. And mum took dad to the emergency room. I guess his neck hurts like hell or something.
This just puts into perspective what life's going to be like from now on. I guess he's getting so bad that he's...stuff like this is going to happen. And mom will be taking care of his 50 year old a** for the rest of his life...or her life. Which isn't fair. He's never, NEVER, taken care of her. And he never will. I feel so bad for her...and mad as ******** at the same time. And me and Jen...we're going to have to put up with his s**t and watch mum put up with it, too. Until we move out which'll be God Knows When because we're living at home for college. Jesus, why the hell do we have to go through this? It just...really confuses me and puts me on the edge. I hate this, I can't ******** stand it. I seriously wish there was some way out.
ThaddeusTheThird · Tue May 29, 2007 @ 01:20am · 1 Comments |
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